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Text: Silverstein. Last Days Of Summer.

The bright light beams
From her eyes
Like broken glass.
Or a broken heart,
Who would have guessed?
You'd leave me here.
Beneath my eyes I feel the tears,
I hold back.

I won't leave this way again.
I won't leave this way.

As my legs
They start to shake,
I feel nothing.
I wanted you, (I wanted you!)
I needed you,
But you weren't there for me this time. (There for me!)

I won't leave this way again.
I won't leave this way.

You that I loved!
That I needed!
You weren't there.
Not this time!
You!

What can I do!
I was supposed to love you!
What can I say?!

I won't leave,
What can I do?!
I was supposed to love you!
I cannot feel you!

Last breath I feel!
Warm air intake!
Last summer's day!
Last one I take!

I won't leave!
Leave this way!
I won't leave
Lost it all!
All for you!
I won't leave.

When the shadows beam!
Misery remains!
I won't leave this time