It used to be me and you and you and me joined at the bones,
Now i feel you slipping, leaving me on my own,
Sporting all my scars and injuries from battle,
I've lost the only thing the king sent me for,
Unravelling the string from around my wrist, i can only see your back,
Walking into streams of memory loss and pools of seperation,
And as the water falls down you neck, on to your back and home to it's pack,
I hope i never forget you.
Now i feel you slipping, leaving me on my own,
Sporting all my scars and injuries from battle,
I've lost the only thing the king sent me for,
Unravelling the string from around my wrist, i can only see your back,
Walking into streams of memory loss and pools of seperation,
And as the water falls down you neck, on to your back and home to it's pack,
I hope i never forget you.
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