Bennington

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Well I know, wherever you go there you are.
Well here we are...
Will I give up here to move on there,
will I rot in hell if I breathe the air?

The taste in my mouth...
The sound in my ear...
The view of my eye...
Makes me want to sigh and say I love you,
and ask you how you've been.
Your so far away for too many days,
now I know what its like to be alone.

The fruit of life might not be ripe for the picking.
Well speaking of, I've been slipping of the tree of love.
What am I thinking of...