what went through your head
that after a week with out you
came back to me dead
kissing your lips to me
was the softest surprise
like a finger print left there
i can feel your lip stain residue
playin dress up in your room
we were treasures for ourselves
not to care for the rest of the world
what made you want to change
do you know that with out you
all there inside of me is empty
i want to hold your face again
as you braid our hair together
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