watch him. his face
as he picked up the broom and began to pace
his words were strewn across hte room and his heart began to race
he didn't know what to do, and his life. gone. and with it, you.
watch him, his stagger. sad and didn't wanna be bothered
each foot steps heavy with the guilt of just watching while smothered
it was like he was dying inside, and wasnt strapped in on the ride
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