My everything

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By Little Miss Meeks

Too many lies I can’t see through the black This is up to you now There is no way back Rewinding in time Is a day dreamers game Don’t even say it Why don’t you start to pack? There is something about it As we pull down You can’t dress it up We’re hiding behind, drowned We hold each other up As we both sink now I hold out my everything But I can’t make a sound Kicking and screaming There is something not right But together just feels… Nothing we have felt before If we could pause time We would already be statues But will you ever come I’m waiting, crying on the floor Hard as this might be There is no simplicity I see one answer Just do it, get up, and run! Time is a funny thing And it plays at the wrong pace We were slightly out of sink Please just go, get up, and run!

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