” I “

Give me a few to mourn for this
Let me dwell on its piercing pain
My make believes are over now
Striken hard and deep by our remains

There were never true on the concept of me and you
For when you’re in my comforting arms
Drawing blueprints of my fall
You’ve blinded me with promising lies
That you’ll be constant when all else won’t

Resistant, yet I fall
I lost our own battle
I lost my own
I lost me
I lost
And what’s always left?
” I “

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