I’m sorry for all the midnight texts I’ve sent
Begging for you back over and over again
I guess I’m finding it hard to let go
Because I think I love you still
Even though I don’t call you my home
My light has gone
And darkness stretches
In sleepless nights alone
My mind is messing
Churning up everything and my soul
I’m just a broken boy you used to know
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Henry Plume
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