It's half past one
and you're somewhere out there
anywhere but here.
It's half past one
and I'm alone here
wondering where life had gone.
It's half past one
and the night is empty
filled with the nothingness of us.
It's half past one
and my head is spinning
full with the emptiness in sight.
It's almost two A.M.
and the house is burning
even ashes won'be left of me
by the sunrise, by tomorrow morning...
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