If you were there for me
if you were there to listen

you would’nt be away from me
you would’nt cry for me;

your voice,so loud,so rich
full of discontentment

never did anything
to bring me back

and I’ll fly,higher than high,
you’ll come looking for me:

I’m gone
It’s over.

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