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Every night I think of it, and every night I try
To pry my busy mind away, seeking ceaselessly to say I couldn’t
Bear to breathe another hopeless word, my fractured lips would fall
To pieces in the dirt, tired of all this hopeless hurt; I never
Said that I could do it
Never said that I was strong
I never had the chance to opt out when I knew that I was wrong.
I couldn’t bear to try another time to settle all my scores

This city's choking me but all I do is
Sit here quietly
I cannot see the sun and
Nobody cares any more
I'm suffocating in this town
To think I grew up here just gets me down
I've never seen the stars and
Everyone has given up

The longest nights, the saddest days will come to haunt me come what may
And after all of this all that you do is come for me again
And when I’m cold, when I’m disheartened I will think of you and
I will hear your voice in my head, I won’t fall apart again.
I cast my fears beside me, I forgot everything you’d done
One day we’ll meet again my dear, our broken hearts will become one.

I’ve got things I haven’t told you, I’ve got things I’ve never said

I’m the son of regret and rejection and
I’ve lost my only sense of direction
So I’ll take my best known detour
Find myself back at home to feel reassured
I’ve been searching for years, faced up to all my fears
Looking for the one who I can hold dear
But my hands are tied in a lovers’ knot
And I’m sick of searching for what I’ve already got:

As I sit on the corner, the cold night air biting at my fingertips, stars stare down at your head resting on my shoulders.
Breath condenses in clouds formed as a promise which could never be kept.
Walking away is the hardest part, and each breath seems a tighter restraint holding me down.
Wandering back, the hundreds of solitary lights reflect a loneliness which cant only be felt whilst in a crowd; an admittance:
We only did this to ourselves
We only did this to ourselves….

As a blanket of dew forms over dead grass, eyes open:
Eyes burdened with guilt and regret, weary with days.
After several minutes of thought, he rises.
Blistered fingers trace over unkempt stubble plaguing his cheeks;
He sighs, as if to evoke pity from only the air around him.

Her eyes never closed in the first place, losing their hours staring at the blank canvas of ceiling, mapping every flake of old paint as her hair formed her face a frame on the sheet.
The thought of reconcile seemed distant, but the way they used to smile, she missed it.

I touched her soft skin like trying to hold smoke, like grasping at a ghost; I scream inside just thinking about her.
These nights I lay sleepless, my dreams a picture of the past, and she’s the frame, holding me together, its holding all the same.
I thread my fingers through her hand, and she knits hers back, but I’m torn away, I fade away like dust in a storm. And her green eyes stay fixed on the space like gazing at a ghost.