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The Road

I've still got miles to left to go on this road 
Years spent alone, these hotels are no home
But I've had plenty of time to hone
In on the things that drove me to this cove
Wish you could resuscitate me, I'm cold
Felt like an eternity in that land of snow
Thought I was over her but my dreams said no
Let me sleep, give me the space you asked for
I see the red of blood again, my insides are sore
Battered and bruised, scarred but that I chose 
And I recall the nights when you hugged me close
Your warm body on mine, when I returned at four 
From the bathroom floor, why can't I let this go
Why can't I let her go, when she asked to be no more
She didn't ask, what did I say that for
She left without a word, she feels no remorse
Another man was lurking around the corner 
Little he knows, but he'll feel it to the core
On that day, when he realizes the curse
Ghosts of her past, become demons on first
And then they run, to second base and then third
Until they're home and he's not, that'll be the worst
Because she's a phony, disguised as the purest
Take my word for it, she drained my heart purse
And now I pick up the pieces, as this road curves
The night turns into day, and the world turns 
And that dimly lit flame continues to burn


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