It's all I have to give you now
Seems so trivial to rush
A room of white; of blinding light
In clothes of black
And no way back
A hundred times I begged you stay
A single no you gave me
But now that all you loathed is gone
Is gone
If it's too far for you to go
I see why you cry and hide your face
Among the clouds
Ashamed
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