GONE
It’s so quiet in this house you can hear a tear drop
now that you’ve gone.
It’s so still in this house you can feel the air whispering
now that you’ve left.
It is so empty in this house I can barely fill my shoes,
now that you’ve moved on.
Gone girl…
Gone son…
Gone love…
Who I was, gone too.
I should wash my self of my self,
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