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A stab of a dagger, a cut of a knife,
With every unspoken word in your life.
A glass paneled wall, a lock or two,
A distant barrier between me and you.
My heart is aching, I don't know what to do.
Is it me, or is it you?

A frozen statue, a lifeless robot.
Never sharing a single thought.
Bitter words, such short replies.
With every syllable, a part of me dies.
Your words are lies, that much I can see.
Is this how it use to be?

So abstract, so out of place,
I miss that smile upon your face.
I'll never forget that memory though,
That laugh, quickly fading to an echo.
Your playful nature, now part of the past.
How long will this facade last?

A call on the phone, a talk via text,
Each only lasting a couple minutes.
You sob all alone, I'm not truely there.
Just some fake reassurances, or a pet of your hair.
A pat on the back, a hug from the blue,
Is this really all I can do?

A knock on the door, the very next day.
I hope it's really you, I pray.
On the other side of the door, a surprise awaits.
I will never ever forget this date.
For there on the step, was something so frightening.
A stranger with a letter, in your handwriting.

I stare at the words, without really seeing.
Inside my mind, my voice is screaming.
It isn't over, it just can't be.
But the words on paper were stated so plainly.
The words you wrote, they cannot be true.
How will I ever live my life without you?

A stab of a dagger, a cut of a knife,
With every unspoken word in your life.
A glass paneled wall, a lock or two,
A distant barrier between me and you.
My heart is aching, I don't know what to do.
Was it me, or was it you?