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May 2014
I chose to forget and have me led by a rope
I held the blindfold as you tied it
And stood there as you set our house on fire.
I chose to be naive, dreaming of your eyes
And falling in to your arms,
Couldn't see past the lies
Or your dangerous obsession with alcohol and its vice.

Maybe that's why yourΒ Β eyes seem dark
And your heart so cold.
You bare your teeth and smile innocently
Say how I'm beautiful when I know you can't be right.
You're voice was so soft , almost a whisper
Made so perfect, you'd get me to fall asleep in your arms each night
But when I wake up next morning,
You're gone, like you were never there
And I'd just sit there and wonder what went
wrong with my life.
Every morning, the same perpetual heart wrenching cycle.

I pulled you out of the wreck, if you can
remember and see
I gave you a reason to try and start a new life
And now you lead this lone revolt to see me die inside,
Maybe that's why you're wielding the knife.

Mom called yesterday, she was crying on the phone
She said she had tried holding it in so much,
Now she just wants to open the floodgates and let the tears flow.
Asked me why I was putting up with you
Why I wanted to go through all this.
I didn't know what she was saying,
And she didn't know how much I loved you.
David always told me how I was making a mistake
But how can I see the truth when I'm so blinded by you?

Why didn't I have the strength to face the truth and move on,
Why, when I look into your eyes,Β Β despite the darkness, I see love,
And with your cold heart, I still feel burning passion?
Why, when you set the house on fire,
I stood there burning and dying
*But in a dreamy haze, still thinking of falling in to your arms?
Meenu Syriac
Written by
Meenu Syriac  India
(India)   
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