I dream about your house.
That house over on 14th...
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It haunts me.
You haunt it.
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It's never what it seems...
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Why I am always running?
Every...time.
Trying to escape.
What have I done?
What am I becoming?
What must I give?
What did you take?
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And every time I see that place,
It takes me back to different days.
Days that will never be the same.
Days when I could see your face.
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When I dream those dreams of that house you bought,
I can't seem to find the doors
I can't fill the seams...
And even when I make it out, nothing looks the same...
The neighborhood is foreign now,
like nothing in my brain...
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The houses all look just like yours.
That old red roof.
White walls.
White doors.
Your shadow chases me.
It ever implores...
I gave what I could,
and nothing more.