Nothing to hold onto
but the thick rope around my neck
constricting my hopeful thoughts
because I haven't heard from you - yet
Something deep inside of me
knows you are there waiting too
wanting me to slip out of my death
and make another bold move
But I've left a trail of questions
it's your turn to let me in
swing my albatross away
give us a chance -- please stay
so we can continue from where we began
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