You were never there for me,
Left me behind
In all of those closed doorsBut when I did try and pry one,
There you were,
Lying in the ground,You had blood all over,
In your soul, in your eyes,
Like there was no decision,
In the corners of your vision;Your heart was leaking,
And it all made sense
When I heard your heart beat
A second too slow//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
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