Inky black, like my arms
47 lucky charms
Passing through me
Never ending
A gift, my sweet, I was sending
Never happened, not supposed to
All I wanted
Was to be next to you
Through December, I just waited
You got angry, and I felt cheated
Should have left it
All the distance
Broken hearted
With no resistance
47 lucky charms
On your table and in your arms
We never happened
There's a reason why it ended
Confused and deadened
So that I'll carry
With my years
The sound of you
Ringing in my ears
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