Sky blue eyes
Those eyes, they're cutting right through me
Your cold, frail hands
Still feel them on my warm skin
One last touch and gone
You're gone, breathless buried
I just can't shake those cold, frail hands
(If I stayed that night, would you still be here?
Because I need you, because I need you here)
This room has died
It took you too
The flashing lights across a screen
Illuminate a past so sweet
Now you are dust
I am alone now
How does it feel to leave this world
With drawers full of picture frames
The air in my lungs left with your soul
From this point, I'll never be whole
Fuck
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