Still Here

Can you feel my pulse quickening?
As you take my hand in yours
Your eyes and lips make distinct promises
Both end up leaving me torn.
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I feel nauseous just thinking of us
Of what we used to be, the broken dreams
You broke every promise you ever made
I’m trying to stitch myself back together seam by seam.
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Can you hear it? Can you hear my heart crying?
Begging for relief as it lies there bleeding
“I’m still here! Why are you killing me?”
“My heart is dead; you’re nothing but a dream.”
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Your eyes, once expressive, are now empty
Who’s the one still alive?
I can’t tell, all I feel is cold
I’ve finally felt my last sunrise.
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Can you hear it? Can you hear my heart crying?
Begging for relief as it lies there bleeding
“I’m still here! Why are you killing me?”
“My heart is dead; you’re nothing but a dream.”