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Don't run.
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your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night,this idle hour just wont passive never missed you this much, never thought i would,didnt think you'd feel so far awayyour summer perfume is still, blowing through this hallway, autumn's amber red shadows dancei miss our midnight rides on highway 18, 18 is goneso go past the lights and all the excusesyou could have left "sincerely yours"dont you think it's obvious that i want to say more?cause anything too daring to say to you, will be said in this letter, then burned awayso you never realize, im hereim thinking of your vague replyso i can understandwhy we put this at restwhy we forget to say that we were leavingsay that we were sorrythe past remains unspokenas this vacant night is dyingbut i still miss your summer perfumethis cold air brings such a distance to ussuch a painful distanceim still waiting for you to say you hate me nowso i dont have to hold on to this burning heartthis burning heart is getting old, getting oldwhile sitting on this cold kitchen floor, head down to hide the tears, ive realizedive finally realized that you were never meant for me
♥