Away
State of something that’s amiss
A strange feeling creeps
And it seems it’s telling me something
Broken and I…
And I can’t recognize as I look within
There’s always a thought
Of what could have been
And I can’t hold on
I can think, need a drink
Drowning in whiskey and memories
And someday I hope
To breathe easily
When you stare back at me
Oh all these stones shine but none beats
The sun in your eyes
And I walk away with regret on my lips
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