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Auburn braids 

Hands cupped, drinking from the fountain 

You haven't aged a day

Fair of face

I assumed your insides shined the same

I loved you in every way

with every chamber of my heart

But I couldn't make you stay

Your fingers shake 

A big red button

A decision to make 

I've done this before 

Lost all that seemed real

You shut the door and the walls began to peel

It's pretty sick in my head

You shut the door

You left your key

I was feeling lonesome 

I was feeling dead 

Sucking on sand 

You are the pearl on tip of my tongue

I don't think I can stand

I'm alright

I'm alright

I'm choking on lies