They sing how am I supposed to leave you now?
In my dream, this morning, I'm on the floor, face-down. My head's throbbing from the fall and the arrows in my back are stinging my skin and the pain burns. Felt like I was on the verge of death. Alike the way I felt when I had to say goodbye, when I had to turn my back on you and run.
Not when you're looking like that.
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