I wrote this:
You flew off in the morning
You said you'd come back for me
But I lost you somewhere over the sea
Everyone keeps telling me
How I should move on
But there's nowhere else that I belong
I begged her not to go
She said it wouldn't take long
But now the weeks turn one by one
The newspaper read "Three found dead"
One the pilot, two was you, and three is me
now that you're gone
it might as well be me
who's out there drifting, lost at sea
Sunday, November 9
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