again im sitting in a train
i m trying to reach me far from you
i miss your skin on mine
in the young days light.
i cant stand you for more than a day
and i miss you after a while
my destination is not where i arrive
is not where i arrive.
i wont deny i abused you
i shoulder my bag with my lie inside
i lie to you cos you want me to
and im dying with you.
my destination is not where i arrive.
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