and when morning knocked on her door in early December
they said "maybe she left, and we can't remember"
the truth is, she is nowhere
when the plane crashed they vowed that she would be missed
and when he tried to hold on to the last time they kissed
he said "maybe she wanted something more than all this"
the truth is, she is nowhere
when the faultline slipped they say she fell right through
like when a broken promise splits a heart in two
they said "what happened to her can happen to you"
the truth is, elle n'est nulle part...
KS
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