Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
You never make a sound
When the morning breaks
Just the whisper of the door
In the echo of your wake
I used to feel you burning
Warm kisses on my cheek
Now there’s only silence
And a will that’s growing weak
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We are made for seasons
And the turning of the tide
Not to be superstitious
Of the things we keep inside
Will I ever reach you?
Staring at you in your sleep
When all I do is give you
All the loving that you need
You’re never really here
When you’re in our home
Just a remnant of your laughter
Now you’re living on your phone
I used to feel you holding
This frail body in your sleep
Now there’s only coldness
And a will that’s growing weak
CHORUS
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