Walking through the hallways feels just like a crawl space.
You’re the pen that follows me, I’m the line you can’t trace.
You keep drawing pictures, but never get the same face.
Now you see how easy it is for memories to erase.
I remember the day and the month but not the year
So in a way, I can always keep you somewhat near.
The day I learned how bloodstains aren’t so easily rinsed,
And how a candle so small could cast a shadow this immense.
This was the best I could hope for, and I couldn’t even tell.
I wish you didn’t disguise your blessings so well.
Cause I remember when you were innocent,
And I still can’t figure out where she went.
A low hanging sun casts long shadows,
I don’t want to know how deep this wound goes.
Seeing the face of God only singed my heart black,
You took away parts of me you can never give back.
We were wound together so tightly,
I didn’t even have to look to see.
I always saw right through you,
I just wish I didn’t have to.
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