Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
i wonder how many days i'll bleed
with the words i begin to form:
now i will be free...
lately, i refuse you
with these arms i will break through you
wait only to see you far removed
My faith
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