Sitting by myself inside this empty house, where I chose to be
This barren tile prison, I used to call it home, feels so alien to me
My phone keeps going off, will it ever stop? Can I ever be free?
From the feeling that I failed even though I gave every part of me
Still I go to greet what's next
With no hopes and no regrets
You still live in my head where one question always lingers: Will you be ok?
I see you getting stronger while my days just get longer, let me waste away
I tried to make you see what I wanted to believe was always there
It’s so hard to be angry (at someone) when you know they really did care
Still I go to greet what's next
With no hopes and no regrets
Because I have to
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