Running over pages
When I can't through you
What does it even mean?
You say you visit
Just to see my heart
Or you are waiting to see
For me to tear apart
You said you'd swim with me
In the river of dead
Now you can't wait to see me
Covered in red
You know it would happen
Sooner than later
Or this is a all part of a plan
For a good that's greater?
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