The pillow is my friend
when I lay down my head
voice a sob, shed a tear
longing to feel you near.
Winter shades color white before your eyes
the words you speak are only lies
but tell me now the truth
do I leave a void of any kind?
I see you turn around
I hear you walking out
and I wonder why
you didn’t say goodbye.
Summer shades sooth nothing on your mind
the words you speak are only lies
but tell me now the truth
do I leave a void of any kind?
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