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| Taken from p.heartache |
And I think I finally died this time.
Not from physical wounds
But emptiness in my mind.
But I think it was just me going numb
From the fact that my heat shut off.
And so I closed my eyes.
And all I felt was the tightness in my chest
And the coldness on my cheeks.
Make time for me.
Somebody please,
I want to be held,
To be kept warm.
And give me false promises
That's it's all going to be just fine.
Make time for me,
Make time for me.
Everyone's busy, so
I don't want to be an inconvenience.
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