i feel so out of place
every minute i miss a sweet face
why do i have this empty space
are promises made of clay
that one cannot seem to keep
a beam of hope in my heart
to have a fresh new start
but who am i kidding here
all my hopes end at your feet
dont tell me its your innocence
for i know you better thank that
as an excuse its brilliant
for you my love is abundant
see if you can find that elsewhere
for if you dont then im always here
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