chilly | 3:05 - 3:46
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at night, i dwell on what we could've been,
as the moon shines, there is a heavy weight on my heart that makes me want to knock on closed doors
seeking for a chance, a window that haunts all my what ifs
what if we actually began before we reached the end, if we stayed and fought for whatever this is,
even if it meant going against we believed in
the thing is, you're always my almost.
an abandoned promise of our unwritten future,
a fleeting memory which holds the familiarity
that my heart longs,
an almost that could not rewrite the ending
that is already written in stone.
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( s )
