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I need you like salt on the wound

When the trauma and the shame unfolds upon heavy wings

With the distance and separation of long past highways

I'd die for those words, dear

When you said you'd be there

I want those roads again

I want that youth to stay

I want our dreams to come true

But only these cold hands have found me at the far end of this bitter noose

Just destined to lose

A bound and broken man

Strangled by the loss of each fucking day without you

Losing friends

Losing myself

Losing it all

And still you just don't fucking care

Say it

Those words I want to hear

You're relieved and you never fucking wanted this anyway

Tell me...

And just fucking walk away