How could you love what you had ruined,
How could you have ruined what you had love.
How could you trace what you've destroyed,
How could you see in the empty.
How is it possible that I'll stand again,
When I've fallen too far deep.
How will you try to catch my hands,
When it's soaked with the oil you burned me in.
How would it be if you fall too,
Will you be there to crash by my side.
What would it take you to grip to the walls,
That were not built to stand,
But close what we are.
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