You said please don't dissapear. I still hear your voice from that night. When I stare at this wall, I guess we never meant what we said. I just hope you're doing better than me. But there is something wrong. Something cold and fucked in my head that hides my eyes with shame and regret. It holds me back and you'll learn to resent, if you'd see through it, you'd see how sorry I am. The N tonight is empty the riders hang their heads. A slow ride back to manhattan, a resounding chorus of "what if's?" The N tonight is so lonely the rails they rattle and bend, is this the last time I'll see you? Is this who I really am? You're better off without me.
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