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I couldn't ask you not to go You were never there Left walking alone Picking flowers that become ashes in my hands My feet sink into the ground I see you as a mirage ahead But these leaves hanging on broken limps above me Have made suicide their new fad Laying under this pile of everything I could never become I could never commit I've been reaching for air Snap the stem Pluck the petals Nothing is going to be ok I can tell You're not there From Letras Mania