you're on your last train home
and i'm here, all alone
just one more phone call, and i'll be fine
feeling blue but i'll be alright
flip the hourglass, just clock stop it all
you're already gone, there's no time left to stall
you're gone, so what's left of me now?
you can't just leave me here
our time's run out
a spaceship lost at sea, nothing left inside of me
what once could be is now just a memory
to be honest, i've been struggling since the day you left
i guess some things are just better left unsaid.
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