Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vein...
When you're broken and he's gone, don't torment yourself with the question:
were you enough?
The problem is something else: there were so many of you that he couldn't handle it.
In a darkened room
Right beside the bed
There an empty suitcase waits 'til I leave again.
I try to fill it up
With things that feel like home
But no matter what goes in, I still feel alone
When I'm on my own.
You leave me wanting
Oh tell me where'd you go
Don't be invisible
Cause I am reaching
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