From throat and eyes
Came winter and reasons
I'm told to carry on
Sad overwhelms
My senses drown
Oh I feel dependent
The feeling that you were honestly gone
I can't shake it...
Make the same mistake twice
Bursts of red to green covering me
Bring some things that she loves
I should let it fold over.
We count the days left, 23
And all I know
Honestly, can I be protected
With you suddenly gone
The feeling that you were honestly gone
I can't shake it...
Make the same mistake twice
Bursts of red to green covering me
Bring some things that she loves
I should let it fold over.
Make the same mistake twice.
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