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[cinemaxair]

I searched all day in the rain, clouds, and sleet.
Trying to find the one thing that could get me back to my feet.
Wish I knew where it went, Wish this search would end.
Maybe one day Ill find it again, but for now I got this statue as a replacement.
From far away it looks so real. Is it possible that I could feel.
With the chiseled statue of my heart that you tried to steal.
Im writing list after list of the things that meant something to me.
Your name wont stop showing up Im running out of ink.
Should have told myself I didnt want you back.
Everyday I wake up to see our forcast.
Rainy with alot of clouds. I cant believe Im going out.
Its been this way for years and you would think im used to it by now.
But fuck no I still get cold when I leave my house.
You wonder why Im taking my time to find the heart I once owned.
Because im tired of having my skin ripped and sewn.
Maybe if I want this to end I should stop taking my time.
But theres more meaning to these stuttered rhymes.
I think Im just afraid to give it away to someone else.
I think its been there all along I'm just afraid of how bad it felt.