To travel away, faraway

"And I think that I told you, I’d wait for you forever
. Now I know someone else’s holding you, so, for the first time in my life - I must lie - Lie’s a sin, mess that I am in, Love is not the thing I feel now.

I promise you: I won’t write again ’til the sun sets behind your grave."

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