This one last time                    come
along with me                you run so
slow I lost you centuries ago                     now is not where you said you would
be               leaving me alone and out
of breath                    this breakdown in the making                        where are you love      where are you sleeping            I am awake I am all aware      that I am here and you are there                         you do not belong to me         you do not belong to me
Whose truth will be accepted             as
war rages against my memories                  I
cannot say for certain what I expected          or
even what I thought I believed      but I am
jumping off the cliff into this pillow of air              while you are a voice warning me
from the canyon floor                   because this is where you disappear               and
where I wish for something more
for you to send a message please        to
shoot me so far and so wide           how
do I survive now love     how do I feel
alive          when you call to me from an
exploding star               when you sing
to me from the briny deep                  how am I supposed to hold onto you when I have nothing here I am allowed to keep                     
Because he was a vision in
snow        
the carrier of my fears             he infected you with my reality          he melted you with my tears               he
held out his hand as I looked for you             he was the last of my projections                       this hologram I could not see through the carrier of your rejection     
So I left you near the valley stream                I left you on the greenest hill              I left you in the hardest rain               I
left you standing warm and still                   I
left you there in front of me             thinking
I had been too kind                 the
guardian of all my dreams                        a
slow motion horror to unwind         now this
torn frame is the only clue  of what I can
never find                     what does
forgiveness have to do with me    when I
am the one you left behind                       
Yes you were a picture in a book                    nestled
between a cranny and a nook             where
I could close my eyes and see       but the library locked its doors        and I am prostrate on the floor                       you
do not belong to me               you do not belong to me
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