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Our laughter changed to pain
They stripped us of our strength
And left an ache we cannot tame
It was I who asked the question
Filled with uncertainty and fear
Distance failed to make the heart grow fonder
It only placed upon it more wear
Instead of coffee stains, it's blood
Instead of smoke filled rooms, it's liquor
I sweat, but chills will follow
The air seems to get thicker
Balance remains unseen
Once the scales have been tilted
The hidden risks arise
To be left, To be jilted
Am I still the angel and the siren alike?
Does my echo keep you up, can you not sleep at night?
Do you play my lullabies, and picture me there?
Say yes, before the seasons turn a new and hopeless year
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