I could have loved you so much better
but let's face it,
there wasn't much left of me to offer
I'm not walking in the dark anymore
I know my fairytale doesn't exist
and when you say you won't be home
soon enough it will be like living with a ghost
only with unmet expectations
and soon enough it will take more to sleep
without leaving the lights on
when the lake flows
the river is always dry
I never had enough to give
at least never all at once
whispers on pillows never leave a mark
and my mind will always run faster than the time
soon enough it will slip
and the noise won't be loud enough to remember
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