I'm sorry I can't be of any help, there's a secondhand senerade song (It starts with my tears run down like razor blades but I can't rmbr the name, I heard it in Wisma today I should think) going through my head now and your face is swerving in and out of focus, this isn't the first time but I hope it'll be the last.
Once again tables have turned and things have changed and hearts are going aflutter and once again I try to wash your imprint on my days (like chalky hands on a wall) away, and this time I hope I do succeed...
Maybe I have already, it feels like a muted headache, numb like anesthetic before an injection, I think...
perhaps time does heal. Slowly, so slowly that it's unnoticable and one day you realise that you're all right again. Almost.
I can't say how I feel, but...
I don't think I'll miss you any more.

Goodbye.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

Or maybe I still will, but only... just a little.
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