in the end
i ripped words from my soul
and threw them smouldering at your feet
you turned and ran in fear
looking down i saw what i had done
a shattered and useless heart
i have tried to fix it
i have tried to hide it from myself
it cut my hands
i wander very lost
all directions are the same
none lead back to you
i might as well seek one wave in the sea
one little wave
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