I've forgotten the last words you said to me; when in fact I'd looked forward to hearing you say them again and again.
Now I can almost see right through you.
Did you ever write my name, spelt out in the sand? Or walk by my side, all night in dreams?
No, you never did the things I did for you, never cared for real like you made me do.
Well, you can't keep taking without knowing this...
Something's gotta give.
And it's you, boy.I'm giving you away.
Just for the record though, I don't think you understood just where I was coming from. It felt queer; staged and unreal. So let me fall back to Earth.
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