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'' standing in the sea of pepole saying those last words,
I didn't want you to cry when your eyes started to flow,
Inside your arms I where like you where in mine,
I have always stod up and be the strong,
One last look inside those eyes and the foots start to walk away from the other...
The hand starts to shake as you step through and I try to lift it up to wave you bye,
I can't realy breath as the part of me was now gone,
Everything was so pefect but now I can bearly hang on,
Turn around and starts to walk down again,
Down the steps I walk while it feels like my bearts will rip apart,
It felt like crawling miles when it just was 24 steps to go...
Walking straight to the exit while everything has now been silienced for my body,
The doors open as the wind whipser for me,
Run back, run back...
For the one you love...
And it was then Im chest swallowed the broken part,
Instead the tears come right from the eye,
But now,
You won't get to see the tears I cry,
When I already told you not to...
I still miss you... ''
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