here from keepsake by stylogaster

every time youre not here
i cry over whats not real
its something about you i guess
left an impression in my chest
i never really get much help
i'd rather rot all by my self

so much of our time, we spend on our own
(i think i spend too much time on my own)
apart, but we know that we're never alone
(keeping it together, but i feel so alone)
waking through the night in an empty bed
(i keep my own delusions so well fed)
i wish i could get out of my own head
(i wish that you could get inside my head)
all my friends are moving away, so it seems
(all my hope is going away so it seems)
i guess i can still see them in my dreams
(convinced that my reality lives in my dreams)
my age gets more serious every day
(perception of my self changes every day)
but here i am just letting the time slip away
(waiting for the day that my scars fade away)

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