conversations

five

"i'm done with you and i'm done with your ways!"

those simple words are all i say 

in this broken house, i cannot stay

you used to be the sunlight, but you've lost your rays

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i run to my room, and get a suitcase out

locking the door, i hear you shout

"i sware i can change, i'm just a lout!"

but my heart has been broken, without a doubt

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i unlock the door, run out of the room

i reach the front door of this dark and cold tomb

but before i can leave you start to assume

that i am damn crazy for leaving you

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i get in the car, and insert the keys

hands on the steering wheel, i start to squeeze

no longer will i be consumed by your disease

for once in my life i finally feel free