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Im running out of distractions to keep me from the truth, and Im running out of places I can go to stay away. This broken glass has only sharpened with the years, and I cant remember how it looked before it fell so fast. What will become of this when Im gone? Its sad to say, but from here, theres not much left anyways. But tonight Im staying in, its warmer than outside. And thoughts cant echo off the walls like through the air. If you cant read this, its because my hands are shaking from the cold of another night alone. So tell me that to dream about tonight, because I never got that far on my own. And God, hold onto me tonight. Pull me close before I slip away. Ive truned from you, but it might not be too late. And maybe this is wrong, but if it all goes as planned, youll never know Im gone.