All That Remains is Broken Glass

So we stand

On this broken mirror,

Wishing that the bad luck

Would end my stay here.

But I still remain

Amongst the ruined panes.

Breathing in the slivers,

And calling out your name.

And I press onward,

Into oblivion.

Now I'm fuckin' plastered,

I'm lyin on the floor.

So I'll try.

Whats the point

Of leavin

If you're always

Gonna be there?

And, I

Wanna know

When you're leavin.

So I'll always

Think back.

I'm gone tomorrow...

Can you forget

What we've done

In this

Time?

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