Aching chest
From fear
From tears
From screaming yet
All is quiet in the mind
That lays broken
That’s a token
Of the last love you might find
And maybe I’m just not your kind
Maybe one day soon we’ll see
I’m more wasted and washed out
Then the stars seem

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