STILL

In the still of night your breath is all I hear
Over at the other end of the line calm and collected
It wasn’t enough to hear you plea,
No loss, nothing, you end up writhing with frustration

Fret as I may, nothing can ever bring it back
But tell me something boy, What am I to you?
All this time we sailed, not knowing where we’re going
Now, this time tell me, what am I to do with you?

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