Sometimes It Just Hits Me Like A Ton Of Bricks.
Late at night, when I wake up, afternoon
but usually when I t h i n k o f h.x.i.x.m
I can't help myself but I imagine what we
could have been or how we could be now.
It races through my head and I can't help
b u t g e t r e a l q u i e t , j u s t s i l e n t
lost in my own head
I look like I'm staring o f f into nothing
when I'm really staring at what
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