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Cause things got so much harder on the west coast.
When i moved here i realised i needed you most.
One week i had a lover, the next, a ghost.
Sitting in the chamber of rest.
I return to see you, again and again.
Our bond stronger than a chamber-pot of tea,
growing ever bitter at our parting.
This pain inside of me shooting out,
I found her in the bathroom,with silent tears, facing the wall.We hadn't been back a week, but it didn't matter.Dried eyes walked out:Teasing again."Leave her alone!"Glaring, they went to class.
There I sit, 30 minutes left,
nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush.
Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft,
let me go, I'm in a rush!
Run to the door,
but stopped in my track
