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loneliness is flaunting her dress,
she is cold and bitter
says she misses how we intertwined
and how we fit together
these thoughts just help remind her
of her flesh and mortal sins
she writes them off as a sort of weakness
and hates me for all of them
you can tell them i'm never coming home
you can tell them i'd rather be alone...
that their eyes don't see what's inside of me
she says the dreams
aren't enough to sustain her mind
she can feel my inconvenient energy
near her sometimes
if sadness and emptiness
is what you've made of it,
then perhaps it is time...
for us to close this connection
i'll see you in the next life...
another time
you can tell them i'm never coming home
you can tell them i'd rather be alone...
that their eyes don't see what's inside of me
you can tell them i'm never coming home
you can tell them i'd rather be alone...
that their eyes don't see what's inside of me
