I'm writing a letter
it's the 9th of November
I'm pouring my heart out
in cursive, in ink
there's no use in fighting
the words i'm reciting
because there's nothing left
i'm a shell of a man
you left
irrelevance, commotion
my last breath
before I drown in a sea of your
la da da da da da da da da da
I'm light as a feather
floating towards forever
there's no use in fighting
what is or will be
a story worth telling
a presence compelling
a mistress in bed
with a song in her heart
you left
irrelevance, commotion
my last breath
before I drown in a sea of your
la da da da da da da da da da
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