Walking backwards and in circles again.
Bloody footprints to show where I have been.
I have no hand to hold as I slowly shuffle off to oblivion.
No lips to kiss when the bombs go off.
No lover to hold when I am scared of the things I cannot control.
she isn't even thinking about you anymore.
She doesn't want you.
Yeah... I know.
Captain Pirateface
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