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Andie Dec 2013
Your name bleeds from my mouth
Your image is a nagging blur in every corner, every hall
The taste, the sight so bittersweet
Why do I lie to myself why do I keep
Believing that you'd stay
My mind gets in my mind's way
Thoughts astray
Waiting for you to stop by say hey
For a temporary, almost normal day
What am I in the meanwhile
A closed curtain with a fake laugh, a fake smile?
If this is worrying you just add it to the pile
I tend to make the world worry, people scurry
Don't leave in a hurry
It leaves you blurry
Your name is bleeding from my mouth again
An open wound, is it fresh?
I've lost track of time
Your image is a blur in every corner, every hall
Are you real, are you mine?
This is the way I tend to fall
Am I ill, do you exist at all?
Holding onto a blur of the past
How long can I make it last
Andie Jul 2013
Worship dies on Sundays
Companionship claims no more days
Hardship wins over all the days
And on these days everyone prays
Prays for less tomorrows and more todays
For less Decembers and more Mays
For less to burn and more to graze
They pray in greed
And not in grace

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