My feelings are the ink that fills this pen,
this pen that I let bleed onto this paper...

People are born,
and people die...

Feelings laid to rest,
only to be rewoken...

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The other night...

Although the being slipped away,
the feelings never did...

Laying completely motionless,
the smoke clears...

No light can be seen in his eyes
she put out all that remained in him...

The clouds roll by,
through the bluest sky...

I hold out the gun,
I aim and I squeeze...

AS I lay in bed, I think of you,
and all the things, we used to do...

I'm just sitting around,
I've been waiting for you, to call...

It seems like just another day.
You pack your bags and go away...