You in this so halfway keeps me between purgatory and hell
Once glowing and enamored
Now depleted to the point of expiration
Where patience was bottomless
And I was abundant in the art of giving
Has scraped the bottom of my barrel empty
I can’t supply hope when I’m without it myself
And the emptiness gives birth to death
You never cared enough so I slip away
As you tiptoe around your hopeless scenario into eternity.

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