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well, your vacancy has yet to be filled. cruising past your old haunts again I set myself up for the disapointment. its the ritual. the rite of passage. I know it wont take me where i want to go and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it. feeling like a silly fool, indulging the habbit of a life time. I know you so well though. this mirror youre holiding up reflecting the signs youve moved on. tell that to our souls. I still lose mine everynight I know your looking for yours. it wont rest with her and mine wont rest with him madness beyond man fighting the perfect right but you failed me and not once did I falter I dont know why i go by your old haunts but I do. I guess its a rite of passage. our soul factor. the reason I am never lost to you and you never lost to me because its not something you can factor into infinity. you can pretend hold that mirror up like i do we still hear the heartbeats of our song we still feel the world did us wrong weve moved on one step further apart only our souls much closer than our metered hearts. the mirror has two faces but only one game of pretend. we move on yet, still holding on till the end.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
before you held my gaze with cool contempt, I could have sworn we had more of eachother than we were meant to.
well, your vacancy has yet to be filled. cruising past your old haunts again I set myself up for the disapointment. its the ritual. the rite of passage. I know it wont take me where i want to go and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it. feeling like a silly fool, indulging the habbit of a life time. I know you so well though. this mirror youre holiding up reflecting the signs youve moved on. tell that to our souls. I still lose mine everynight I know your looking for yours. it wont rest with her and mine wont rest with him madness beyond man fighting the perfect right but you failed me and not once did I falter I dont know why i go by your old haunts but I do. I guess its a rite of passage. our soul factor. the reason I am never lost to you and you never lost to me because its not something you can factor into infinity. you can pretend hold that mirror up like i do we still hear the heartbeats of our song we still feel the world did us wrong weve moved on one step further apart only our souls much closer than our metered hearts. the mirror has two faces but only one game of pretend. we move on yet, still holding on till the end.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
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