We stare at
broken clocks,
the hands don't turn anymore.
The days turn into nights,
empty hearts and empty places.
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.
the hands don't turn anymore.
The days turn into nights,
empty hearts and empty places.
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.
For when
he died, he took a part of
you.
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