And I want this, I need this,
I want to need this to go away,
Fade back and never return again,
Sit and fester in the candle light,
When the morning peaks,
I will not, I can not,
My will can shatter the glass,
Make a soft landing, clear the floor,
My room is stained with the frames,
Of me never being able to have you.
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