I'm running through the snow

You talked me to sleep last night
I hadn't felt that sad in years
Your eyes like glass mistakes
They moved me close to tears
You speak those favourite fables
Which I am yet to live
And Casually confirm my fears
That I've got nothing to give

I wish I could say
That I've got no regrets
But saying that would be one more
To pile on my desk
I wish I could say I've clung to time like gold
Bust as you said goodbye I almost died

Jag är tom. Efter igår känner jag ingenting längre. Jag tror att någonting dog. Kanske var det jag.

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