Whenever I want to cry, your never here.
It slowly slides down my cheek, that single tear.
Your never here so I have to cry on no ones shoulder.
Its kinda sad because I have to move this boulder.
In the end, I'm all thats left.
The tears, and that broken death.
The piano's high keys.
As I fall, broken to my knees.
When I say I love you.
You never reply back.
I don't understand the reasons.
Did you commit treason?
Maybe if I were to die.
Hopefully I would see you cry.
And if you moved my hair away from my face.
Maybe you'd see that I've fallen from grace.
I'm wondering if I should.
Do you even think I could.
Save myself from this place.
And become once more you grace.
I hate to see you go.
How could you be so low?
For all that I did for you.
The times that I lied for you.
Thoes times that I died for you.
You never came back.
Because thats what you lack.
When your called, you never come.
Thats why when your here...
I never can.
When your not.
I can.
When I want to, your never here.
When I want to...your not here.
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