The anger is a boil on my thoughts
You in so much and in so many ways
You have to pretend now to win
All your wins are actually losses
When it first was an actualization
I watched love slowly slip away
The so far turned into the surely near
In the end - yeah , there was one
All the boiling water left a crust
Around the inside of the pan of pain
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
The anger is a boil on my thoughts
You in so much and in so many ways
You have to pretend now to win
All your wins are actually losses
When it first was an actualization
I watched love slowly slip away
The so far turned into the surely near
In the end - yeah , there was one
All the boiling water left a crust
Around the inside of the pan of pain
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