In dreams I could never see your face.
You’d hide from me in abandoned buildings
I’d call to you and you wouldn’t look back.
I keep telling myself I don’t want you to come back.
Time has gone by, and I can’t remember your face.
You’ve crushed beneath your step everything we’d been building.
Between us now there is the brick wall of a building.
I cringe with pain every time I have to face
That you’re fine without me; you’ve turned your back.
My face is red as I piece through the rubble of what we’d built; Sometimes, I want you to come back.
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