I based personal judgements on the past
It is a good thing because I was right
You have not changed and you prove it
Each time you hide the truth from my sight
Electrifying distant indifference
Enfolds as extravagant lies come undone
With each passing second our fingers hold
Terrible time unravels another one
Of all your indecent indescretions
That which hurt me the most
Your willingness to cut and conceal
Sad suffering you still host
I do not want to live with deceit
So go if that is all you aim to provide
I hope you pick the choice that is true
I cannot control which future you decide
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
I based personal judgements on the past
It is a good thing because I was right
You have not changed and you prove it
Each time you hide the truth from my sight
Electrifying distant indifference
Enfolds as extravagant lies come undone
With each passing second our fingers hold
Terrible time unravels another one
Of all your indecent indescretions
That which hurt me the most
Your willingness to cut and conceal
Sad suffering you still host
I do not want to live with deceit
So go if that is all you aim to provide
I hope you pick the choice that is true
I cannot control which future you decide
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