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Jan 2014
You can play this game
But I can’t
And you do things I can’t
Because I won’t
But I’d just like to know
Why I couldn’t trust you
I tried so hard; but it all fell apart
The distance was great
The chasm grew wide
You left me behind and I spent some time
In the dark.
I really thought that with you
I could be anyone
But all that’s gone and the stakes aren’t the same.

Every night is Party Night and every glass is filled
But I’m falling apart at this party
And I’m falling to pieces with you.

I’ve been trying to remember
But I can’t
I want to go back home
But I won’t
I know that now but I can’t understand
How could I leave so much comfort behind?
I lost so much in gaining
And that’s what burns in my mind.
So how do I go?
Do I give up it all?
And return to an uncertain past?
I can make myself cold and quickly grow old
Like someone who had to give in.
Or burst like a flame from the fire again
A phoenix in intact and insane.

Every night is Party Night and every glass is filled
But I’m falling apart at this party
And I’m falling to pieces with you.

I had to hide what I meant
To make up some other façade
I believed for a while what I kept deep inside
Was only a useless ideal
But I look so close at the things that I’ve done
A mixture of pleasure and fear
A blending together of two different dreams
Which have squandered those thing I held dear.
All the meaning was lost
When I saw where you went
I’ve been wearing a mask
Which you helped me put on
And I can only take parts of it off.

Every night is Party Night and every glass is filled
But I’m falling apart at this party
And I’m falling to pieces
With you.
Desmond Lane
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Desmond Lane
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   Miranda Renea
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