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I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I’m make-believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems no one will appear here and make me real

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines
Just these dark words I find

I’d show a smile, but I’m too weak
I’d share with you could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me

(Lyrics from AFI – This Time Imperfect)