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Hardly waiting, but keeping silent,

who knew words could be so violent,

any time you're cold, i promise warm,

when you need a heart though, sorry mine was torn,

from being so unsure that it was over,

i fell into a lapse with being sober,

can't count an hour i haven't consumed

some type of anything rushing me to my doom,

another broken promise and i grow pale,

heartbeat slows, breathing decreases to snail,

broken and bleeding without a visible scar,

reliving a memory when we were still in your car,

not sure how to deal with this, but i'm sure,

letting time do it's duty is the best cure,

maybe we were nothing to you, but to me

you are still the only girl in my dreams.