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I look for you everywhere, For new sparks to old flames, Same old games, Somehow you elude me like a ghost, But I can feel you in the air, Leads me to stare like somehow you'll appear, Instead I'm stoned, sitting alone, far from home, Trying to make it, Feeling like I can no longer take it, Wondering if I missed my chance in the past with something that didn't last, On this path with better expectations then reality has served, Knowing this is exactly what she deserved.

◄ Her

Rise ►


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