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She hides behind a serious face and a crooked smile.
Pretending to be happy as she sticks around for awhile.
Every day she must tell herself that she is in love with him.
But the truth is every day she wishes for it to only end.
Behind her hazel eyes you can see the truth that lies there.
The only complication is he's the only one unaware.

The days that pass her by are wasted away.
The times he doesn't listen her ambition fades.
While the light once in her eyes more and more dims.
For him and his love for her she stands out on a limb.
Even if inside she screams out for all of it to just end.
She recalls what she said when the journey first began.

She once said she would walk with him till the end of time.
Thou now she walks in circles instead of a straight line.
Behind walls and locked doors,
sits a man, living on the second floor.
Was a Victim, suffering from a broken heart.
Words of truth, shredded his life apart.
4 years of commitment, gone out the window.
All because the one he loved wasn't faithful.

It's been 2 years, that has passed by.
To this day, he still sits and wonders, why?
He takes another sip of the alcohol diluted inside his glass,
as he waits for the thin line of powder to be passed.
Another way to escape his enduring pain,
by covering it up and keeping it detained.

Blinded by the lies he conceals.
Reckoned with all the promises he never kept.
Once again she stands alone in regret.
Kneeling from the pain beneath her chest; she feels.
Endless tears; washed over by her sorrow.
Not trying to choke, as she takes it all in and swallows.

Promised her that everything would change.
Remaining indifferent; he's leaving it estrange.
Opening her eyes; she finally is seeing the truth.
Metamorphosis into a sleuth.
In the end, she will be left to contemplate.
See how much she'll exchange her feelings with hate.
Endure his lies some more.....or....
Set herself free and walk out the front door.

Now he is drowning in the vast reaches of his thoughts,
as how he gave up so easily and never fought.
Clouded by a high that's underway,
he embraces it and begins to drift far away.

— The End —