It's 2 am and I'm not home yet
It's cold and its dark and its windy and wet
I'm dreaming of dreaming in my bed
But all I'd dream of is you please get out of my head
I'm doing my best to hold on tight
But the look on your face screams something aint right
And I've got no strength to put up a fight
But from what I can see the end aint in sight
All I can say is this is not a drill
That's the only way to describe how I feel
But I'm still waiting for old wounds to heal
And until they do my heart is sealed
When I die I hope I'm buried in the snow
'Cus the cold is all my heart has ever known
And when the worms dig deep into my bones
I hope they find a new home
The way that you loved me oh how I lament
I learned how to forgive, why's it so hard to forget
I guess being human aint a skill that I've learned yet
The swingset swings and sways back and fourth
While I'm waiting for it's disease to take course
I did this to myself, and this cant get much worse
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