They missed my presence, and cried out my name, twice and thrice, but I never came... They joined their hands which would plead out of a need and wished I'd stay but that would only lead To more of me gone And their hearts that would bleed! They missed how I'd been there always, when we'd been on good terms, in a good phase... They hated themselves for the disrespect they gave For whom they would, now only crave! I watched them helplessly from another parallel universe, Would've been with them, If they hadn't made conditions as worse I would if I could, Stand by their side again and be there for them If only I didn't have to suffer pain! I cannot return I'm something they had to earn I don't just pass by, I don't know how to fly I don't just disappear, they kill me and grieve And shamelessly ask why I would leave And then start all over again to plead: "Damn, time is all I need!"
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