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September
The big red city lights are casting shadows again
im so sick of these nights and too much time alone beside you
its 4pm the sun is gone and winters in your room
you cant run forever theres not enough space for you
are we okay
are we okay
are we okay
if i waste another year is it over
i cant feel at home here
if heaven's real its below St.Clair
god, i hope its warm there
