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What I didn't realize is that the distance was breaking us apart ( 8 ).
Friday, December 11, 2009

Boy i'll give you space. In the closet where my clothes should be. In the empty bed without me. Now I'm walking out the front door. You got exactly what you asked for. Space. In your phone where it said my name. Where I took my picture out your frame. And I will be around when you figure out you got exactly what you asked for. Space. Where my kiss should be. Where your arms when they used to be holding me. In your car on the passenger side, there's an empty seat where I used to ride. Space. In your mind when you think of me, cause I'm about to be a memory. Now you've got your space.



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