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I'm laying face-up on
a merry-go-round
that's slowly turning.
There's a light rain
that's leaving little dots
on my black shirt,
I watch in aw as it rains down.

But is this how I'm supposed to feel?
It's always darkest before dawn
but in my life the sun is gone.
How could the only thing that brightened my day
say such horrible things and just walk away.

"Then you never have to talk to me again...
see if I ****ing care...
like you ever loved me anyway...
no one wants you here..."

I remember it all so vividly.

The moon is now a dark silhouette
and my thoughts are still racing
I can't belive that I'm upset.

When I snap out of thought I'm drenched.


A single sentiment,
up in the attic,
Where dust and dark collect,
hidden away from your dramatics.

Collect all of your intuition.
Throw it away and stick to guessing.
You'll never know if you were right,
to do the things you'll do tonight.

Lets burn the candle at both ends.
Meet somewhere in the middle.
Who will be the one to strike the match?

We're finding comfort in bottles.
Leaving them all hollow.
We all shake the hand of gravity,
to test the boundaries of love.

Whoever said that you wanted this fate.
Another poet dead at the scene.
Who ever said I'd forgiven you yet.
Another promise torn at the seams.

It's only through this silence that I'll harbour your regrets.
It's only through this distance that I'll trade my innocence.

You could call this payback,
for what you've done to me.
But I will call it freedom,
from your dependency.