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i look down this street,
every light burns like a soul standin still.
why wont these lights melt the snow?
n just above my feet,
the air is so silent, yet it's still.
n tell me why you had to go.
the days youre gone,
is a drop of poison in my veins.
the days youre gone,
memories darken your face.
n the days youre gone,
my heart struggles w/ pains.
and i walk under these lights,
the snow.
by day its white,
by night, its yellow.
in the morning sun, it sparkles its shimmer.
n under these street lights, it glows, yet much dimmer.
n its killin me,
please let me know
it still kills me,
why did you go?