It's the ash in every crash
that makes my chest feel less than best.
It's the world outside
that pulls me from your side.
I could stay here and stare,
where there's nothing to share.
I could wait for a sign
until I'd be blind...
I'm sorry, life's waiting.
It's time to say goodbye,
but please don't die.
I love you, but you left.
I won't stop living.
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