#82) Missing Piece

You’re lost…I can’t remember, when it was I had you

I’m cold, so sick of swimming, against the streaming lies

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They’re wrong; they must be crazy, delusional, insane…

It hurts to hear my heart, screaming out your name

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You’re gone…I saw your face, five, six days ago

I’m dreaming, suffocating, dying much too slow

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What happened to the air? My throat is swollen, tight

I can’t tell any longer, if it is day or night

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This world has lost its meaning, as I have lost myself

This life is no good reason, to hold on to my health

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Fragile, frail, forgotten…your ghost still haunts this place

Your fingers I once kissed, your smile I loved to trace

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The smell of you, it lingers, within this tear soaked bed

If only I could have you, I’d step outside my head

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