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Drowning in self pity Afraid to admit defeat I was never one to crumble In a moment of pure heat. I now avoid the silence It scares me half to death That I have time to think of you It makes me hold my breath. I don't know how to cope It's odd without you here I can't decide which part I miss most Which side I held so dear. Our friendship meant so much That's what's hard to put behind I wish time was at a stand still That I was able to rewind. I wish I could have fixed things Or have held fast, just like you But sometimes letting go Is the strongest thing to do. So forgive me for the troubles And the broken hearted tea

We used to be happy We used to smile We used to be able to talk longer than miles Our laughter would ring Our hugs would be close But now it's turned cold; not something I boast We're always unhappy Fighting a battle that we're not going to win It's too easy for you to get under my skin You know which buttons to push I know just what to say Why do we hurt each other this way? The fire has burned out The charcoal is grey Now all that is left is a mess of dismay It's hard to let go It's tough to move on Will it be better if "we" were gone? I don't know if I can do this Letting go of my friend Never knew that in three years

"It seems that the plan is in motion, yes?" The dark hooded figure asked from the tallest seat in the room, distinguishing his power over the rest of the mysterious black coated group. "Indeed. It won't take long now." Siax agreed, bowing his head in obedience. "Won't take long? I've been waiting here for months to go take my revenge out on that little brat." The fiery red haired young man complained, his chin resting upon his hand, his elbow leaning against the chair railing in a bored fashion. "Hmm." Mumbled Vexen, a smirk rising on his face. "I enjoy how you can refer to him such as a brat. How easy it is for you to turn your back on hi

Sitting here, restless, trying to zone I understand why sleeping is difficult to conquer alone Without you here, your voice at my side The quiet and loneliness I have to abide In darkness and silence that enveloped my room While my mind fabricates a man though he really a broom I embrace my pillow, clutching it tight Wishing it was you I was holding all night Longing for whispers of sweet nothings in my ear Your voice so low only I can hear Wanting the comfort of your voice as you mumble Even if it sounds like your brain is at jumble Yearning your soft breathing as you doze into dreams Helping me rest until the sun rises and be