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Of all the things we could’ve been

We died somewhere in between

A flower cut too soon

Torn before it could even bloom

And I’ve never (never) felt more alive (alive)

Now that it all (it all) has died (died)

Nothing left of who I was

I can only redefine

If something won’t grow

It will rot

Your love rots like it was never mine

I try to kill time

To empty my mind

If something won’t grow

It will rot

This life won’t get me

Anywhere but dead

I look for answers in the dark

Change shapes to fit the marks

Gave my all, it wasn’t enough

If something won’t grow

It will rot

If something won’t grow

It will rot

So this thing didn't grow

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