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But Now Your Gone

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Brokensmile5559

Published: Oct 16, 2011

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Literature Text

You used to say,
"Everything will be okay"
but now,
were is my calm?

With you gone,
there is no meaning
With you gone,
there is no hope.

I realize it's you.
It's always been you.
The one who haunts my dreams.
The one who carried me all this way.

I'm broken without you.
A dog without a home.
A home without a family.

I'm empty.
...but you'r Gone.

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lyrics from End Of Heartache by killswitch Engage

Seek me, call me
I'll be waiting

This distance, this dissolution
I cling to memories while falling
Sleep brings release, and the hope of a new day
Waking the misery of being without you

Surrender, I give in
Another moment is another eternity

(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart
(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart

You know me, you know me all too well
My only desire - to bridge our division

In sorrow I speak your name
And my voice mirrors my torment

(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart
(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart

Am I breathing?
My strength fails me
Your picture, a bitter memory

For comfort, for solace
(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart
(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart