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Three reasons to leave
I
I seem to be so alone,
talk brings nothing new,
we're only drifting through
some old emotions, me and you.
II
Listen to the empty house,
melancholy papers over fears ,
folds it deep in wasted years,
apathy that each room hears.
III
To drown, I slump in bars,
no thought or loss,
or blood I've coughed,
this time the head comes off.
I seem to be so alone,
talk brings nothing new,
we're only drifting through
some old emotions, me and you.
II
Listen to the empty house,
melancholy papers over fears ,
folds it deep in wasted years,
apathy that each room hears.
III
To drown, I slump in bars,
no thought or loss,
or blood I've coughed,
this time the head comes off.
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