that clenches
in the middle of the night
that ball of hate
that can't wait
until my eyes close
that explosion
of me knowing
how wrong i always am
that feeling
that keeps the healing
away from my door
no good anymore
the heart's on the floor
whatever was sun
is gone again
laving me brewing
tossing and turning
when all should be
free
nothing's good to me
without you
but you're past caring
about that
(away)
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