I can't shed enough tears to express what I'm feeling
I can't run far enough in the opposite direction
somewhere along the line I end up back where I started
staring in the face of my greatest loss
my greatest friend
my dearest
my loveliest
my only true
...
it doesn't matter
what's past is past
what's gone won't return
what once was is laid to rest
the lines in the sand have been drawn
why can't I let go of that lone ghostly hand
why can't I shake off this deadly nostalgia
I'm lost and confused and not sure where to go
and your voice echoes by all the while
I've been reduced to living for whispers
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