perfect crime

by redacted_words   Sep 11, 2019

maybe when i'm dead
they'll talk to me in their dreams
tell me that it's alright
but for a change watch me leave
maybe they'll hug me
and call me brave for fighting so long
maybe they'll let me let go
and drench their shoulder to an old song
maybe they'll finally try to fix me
one piece at a time
maybe they'll just let go
and behold the perfect crime


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