Where the lines are leading to you. (you, who left)

Everything that is, became was.

Everything that I have, became had.

You, who is mine, became

You, who was mine.

Those kisses I have each day and night and

those soft hands that holds me close

and that voice that beats my heart

into a rhythm.... Has become something I had.

Still, yearn for.

You, who is the sun that glowed my life

..became,

You, who was the sun and, now is

the stars I dread. (the stars that I loved)

Everything that I love,

became something I dread,

something I loved.

Still, love, yet dread

like you. like the stars.

take me, agian. please

no. leave me.

kiss this lips, agian. please

no. kiss her instead.

I love you, I love you.

I hate you, I hate you.

Why are all the lines leading

to you. (you, who left)

and why,

can't I cut them off

and let you go?

I love you, I hate you

I hate you, yet.

I love you

and I just can't let you go,

yet.

all the paths lead you,

the jagged lines to you.

and, it's driving me crazy.

Ripping apart what pieces of

this fragile heart

I have left.

I am leaving leaving a hollow abyss (dead stars)

where I walk in the shadows, and

my voice that screams your name

is getting lost in this cold summer, never reaching

your and her spring.

and in the dark, I am crying

dancing to the echoes of the past.

I love and loves. You. (you, who left)

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