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You're standing with that sad look upon your face. Would it hurt you less to be near me? The silence which once comforted me is a chasm now that we can't cross at all. Well I knew that I could never love you, never need you, not like you wanted. I was a substitute. You have to admit it. Could you bleed this sickness from my soul? Could you heal these raw wounds beneath my armor? Can you cure the sadness that's a statute of my life? I don't think you can and that is why this is Goodbye. There are some bacteria that when the heat rises form these spores - A protective shell around themselves just so that they can survive. Then when it cools down again they retake their shape and lie in wait for unwitting nurturers They can kill you, don't you know Now this is me Could you bleed this sickness from my soul? Could you heal these raw wounds beneath my armor? Can you cure the sadness that's a statute of my life? I don't think you can and that is why this is Goodbye. From Letras Mania