broken is your moral slate.
i hope to god you're okay.
i hope to god you choose to stay.
this silence is deafening
and the static blurs
between the lines, i purge
between the lines, you're not sure
so what on earth makes this alright
when you left, you stole the fucking light
its like with every step,
the tunnel lengthens
and with ever breath
i sink deeper.
it's not the same
they lied
loss is not definite
its like hell
if you ever meet it
run
robyn was sweet
she told me she loved me
and i promised i'd never leave
so what do i do, now, that it was she?
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