There has always been a grey in me,
an indecisiveness as big as the sea.
There are always decisions I cannot reach.
But this one, this one needed to be.
Our ending, well, that is my black
My soul will never be restored
Look into my eyes, you will see that
I am someone who can’t be cured.
Your death, left a marker in my mind
It is the very same day that I too, died
So tell me my love, is there any room inside,
That box of yours, where I can just say goodbye.
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