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May 2020
Why does it take a tragedy for our true colours to show?
Up until then we hide in our shells
From the world outside of our windows
Conspiring of ways to lie and cheat
Acting shadily whilst melting in the heat
Struggling to find the right path to go
Just hoping we don’t get found out somehow

I know I mean very little to you anymore
Born on the opposite side of the tracks
You never once looked back
But I’m still locked firmly in your grip
Somewhere between a rock and hard place
Stuck on this never-ending treadmill of despair
That I find so hard to resist

Lover, can you come on over and heal this pain?
I’ll leave the door unlocked
But a key to my heart
So you can sneak in and stop me falling apart
And pretend this was everything we ever wanted
Written by
Dal90  29/M
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