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by Sarah Hotard Dec 20, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I've left you a million places on the shoulder of that guy, on the pillow the night before I've left you on my clothes, On my hands and on my arms I've left you there to die alone I've left you on his hands on his every last word you lingered there and I told you to go away I've left you and I don't look back I leave you, and ignore you Yet we always find our way back to each other I've left you on letters on my floor on my cheeks I've left you to run...run...run