to be weak for each other

i am a dotted line, you tore me at the perforation,

weary is the wolf inside me bound by chains,

i have loved you past the point of perspiration.

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i have invoked your name upon every constellation,

self-destruction has me tucked beneath the rains,

i am a dotted line, you tore me at the perforation.

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my longing clings to you in ruinous conservation,

your memory is the architect of all my pains,

i have loved you past the point of perspiration.

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i’ve frozen your last goodbye in quiet preservation,

your voice stretches miles across my barren plains,

i am a dotted line, you tore me at the perforation.

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your absence pulls my soul toward its solemn termination,

until a diluted version of me is all that remains,

i have loved you past the point of perspiration.

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with you not around, i spend my days in silent rumination,

i cannot escape you, the obsession runs through my veins,

i am a dotted line, you tore me at the perforation,

i have loved you past the point of perspiration.