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Nov 2014
I count the days backwards in my head
To recall the days we spent
The good and the bad
The right and the wrong
The moments you said goodbye comes first
And the heartache recedes
Slowly joy replaces sadness
And summer substitute autumn
Leaving behind falling leaves and falling love
The flowers of spring burst alive
Feeding on the energy we leave behind our steps
Eager and impatient, waiting on forever
Who knew eternity had an expiry date
Written in the back of your hand
When you slap it on me
Realization sets in
The snake that wraps around your heart
Whispers doubts and lets them crawl up
Turning your calm head into a storm of anger
The blush on your cheeks is as terrifying
As the wrath in your eyes
To survive and clear the air
Breathe in and break it up
Retrieving a broken heart
From its golden cage
I was a bird as white as snow
Hiding behind the tales of winter
You found me laying in bright satin
Smearing pain from my broken wing
Onto the white canvas of frozen time
You took me in
Healed my body
Broke my spirit
And counting backwards I think
There was never something good
In the way you looked at me
I was a prisoner in your twisted mind
Sliding on the edge of right and wrong
I am as free as I'll ever be
Since I got you out of me
Turn Off The Lights
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Turn Off The Lights  UK
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   Jack and Pamela Rae
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