I know it’s late
and never mind
if your words were fake
or I’ll be on the line.
Please, when shut up the door,
blot out my memories
and clean the blood
of this heart that fell to pieces.
Take my deadly feelings,
steal my faded body
and don’t show willing
if you just showed no pity.
I know I won’t die of love
and perhaps that’s the worst.
The pain doesn’t stop
and I’m fucking off…
I know it’s late
and I gotta face the music.
I hope at some future date
I don’t notice you’re missing.
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