September
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You left me paralyzed, no cure, no rehab for me
Funny that you got the nerve to keep asking me how I’ve been
You’re the victor in this pageantry
But the only trophy you deserve; catastrophe
I’d rather we be dead to each other
No eulogies said for each other
No “rest in peace"s
The memories got my chest in pieces
I’m praying that your eyes are the first to go
The way they looked when you smiled,
The way they opened and closed
Then your nose, every single breath against my neck
And then your lips, every empty promise made and said
(Skip Beat)
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