Your Gone... I’m Gone
This loss is eating me,
Yeah... this cost is feeding on me
Tel me are you still feeling me?
I wish you could here me scream...
I wish you could touch me back...
Why didn’t you try to fight back?
Why didn’t you refuse to leave?
Instead of leaving me here alone to grieve...
I’m almost done
There is no where to run
My luck is gone
Iv been out sang
So now ill leave like you left
In silence and in depth...
With memory and no regret...
By: L.Koekemoer
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