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You are nothing but a fucking apparition

In the background of an old photograph

Shaken up and every little bit of anger

Feels like a grain of sand

Sitting up straight hurts

Open a window

The fresh air is choking me to death

And I can't stand the wind

When it tells me again that I'm alive

Where are you now?

Buried up to your neck in salt

Those faces won't look the same

When the withered skin starts to peel away

I have no one to hold now

You have no eyes to see me anymore

Perfect people

Perfect heartache

I feel it

Not a headache

A fucking disaster

Now I can't stop thinking about you these days

Now I can't stop looking at pictures of dead friends

Like they are still here

Heavy handed

Sentimental sometimes

Maybe it's best for me that you're gone now

Forever