Why does it have to end?
Nothing is ever real, so what’s the good in letting me know?
Can’t we just sit back and pretend?
No, I see now you want to see me fall and end this show.
You want me to feel the pain,
Should I crumble now or wait till you’re safely far away?
Every thing you said was in vain.
You say you went astray,
Well it’s to late for shallow apologies.
Everything we said, all those tries
Your face lets me know the pain I caused with these,
These white lies.
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A touch of pain, a glancing blow of love, strike of loss and a rotting hope that should have died long ago.
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