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Don't go, only half of our story has been told.
I cannot look back no, this isn't the end
But time won't heal our wounds again.
And so I write a song, sunshine on a cloudy day
I'm picking up the broken pieces, to hide them away
My prodigal princess, I can't wait for you to come home
I'm sick and numb from flesh to bone and I'm tired of being alone
Long lives this bitter haze
apart from where your heart is, it's my sacred space
I'm yearning for your warmth now calloused and cold,
and I'm a trainwreck bound disaster and I'm losing my hold.
I'm tired of writing songs, it's so useless anyways
I'm picking up the broken pieces, I can't seem to find my place
Why should I have to wait on you, to tell me all is whole
I'm sick and numb from flesh to bone, and I'm tired of being alone.