The sick-to-your stomach feeling Earned not deserved Lucky enough to be felt Remorse changes nothing

Tears cannot be shed Mementos cannot be unread As a smile unforgotten Imprinted, engraved

How must they feel Torn so in two Can’t help them now Can’t fix your own mistakes

There’s no fixing when you’re broken No abstraction of you, the problem Alone with grief, undeserved company And only their million questions, unanswered

Earned not deserved The creeping grief It’s helpless now

So alone…

Just wana talk about Anything

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