Gone By Friday

600 Miles

Gone By Friday


A kiss
A touch
A loss
A moment
In time
I fell

So hard
I'll show it
And i am breaking down
I'm conscious to that nervous sound
And every time you fall
You fall from grace
And I can't see you

Six hundred miles away
And there you go
You're self destructing
No time
Farewell
You are erupting
And he is not around
I swear I'll burn you to the ground

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