We're solemn and trite
Our words, soaked in spite
So often, dismayed
Our hearts are betrayed
I crawl through the night
And, writhe in my spite
I gave up the ghost
I miss Her the most
But, we chose our fear
So often, unclear
There's nothing to say
We both lost our way
Pretending we're fine:
Our hearts crossed the line
We built up this lie
We're waiting to die...
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
We're solemn and trite
Our words, soaked in spite
So often, dismayed
Our hearts are betrayed
I crawl through the night
And, writhe in my spite
I gave up the ghost
I miss Her the most
But, we chose our fear
So often, unclear
There's nothing to say
We both lost our way
Pretending we're fine:
Our hearts crossed the line
We built up this lie
We're waiting to die...
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