I woke up in my socks and missing her
So I ran and slid into a slammed door.
And whenever I see this kid who didn't hurt at all
With a dumb smile, fake tears, and his hands on the ground,
I always have to pick him up and see
What I left in those eyes and what ended up eroding my skin.
I had lit a candle in a vast empty room called a dream,
Between his hands and mine, it is clear which ones are clean.
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