The rain is knocking on my window but the drops form your hands, sliding down the pane like your fingers once did to me
I could swear your standing there, looking through the glass, looking through my soul.
The thunder and lightening is dancing in the sky, but somehow I can hear your voice above the cracks and rumbles.
You're calling to me.
I close my eyes and cover my ears but I can still see you, I can still feel you.
Your passion in your craving hands playing across my skin.
I can't get away from you, you're haunting me
Your presence still lingers here, you're torturing me
I was always there for you
I fell in love with you
Gave myself up to you
And now here you leave me broken hearted
And screaming at the sky
I'm wondering why
These wounds just don't seem to want to heal
It can't be real
Memories cannot be erased and no length of time can seem to replace the face I see when I close my eyes
Since you decided to go
Why cant you just go ahead and leave?
Even through the cold and hard of the weather
The puddles you left me in
The dangerous path I'm standing in
No amount of shelter can calm this storm inside of me
Your shadow follows me, I see you even in my dreams
I beg of you, quit torturing me
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Running Stitches
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