Ralphstein Hibbert - The Break Up

I come here in the mornings
and all you do is sleep
you complain that I ignore you
and how I refuse to speak

The tension now descending
our bond begins to strain
all the effort put in this
left nothing for us to gain

The breathing sharply shortens
and life begins to leave
our connection sure is dying
let's rest it here in peace.

Ralphstein Hibbert

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