a song (palm 2)

i wrote some words in the palm of your hand
i was wrong
time to leave again
i miss your smile and the scent of your skin
i'm alone
i can't breathe again
and the ink is bleeding
running down my wrist
it's not real until i say it is
it's not happening

i was wrong to remember your lies
with your smile i could breathe again
i close my eyes when i want to see
i miss the silence
and the lights are flickering
it's not real until i say it is
it's not happening

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