It's over and done,
I was blind all along.
You've become stuck in my mind,
Like a replaying song.
My emotions are torn,
And you're still winning your game.
I let you in so quick,
Myself is all I've left to blame.
I should feel free,
You've now come and gone.
My wings have been clipped,
And swords are all drawn.
So thanks for the time,
It is now but a waste.
I've been beaten and bruised,
Yet I still crave the taste.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
It's over and done,
I was blind all along.
You've become stuck in my mind,
Like a replaying song.
My emotions are torn,
And you're still winning your game.
I let you in so quick,
Myself is all I've left to blame.
I should feel free,
You've now come and gone.
My wings have been clipped,
And swords are all drawn.
So thanks for the time,
It is now but a waste.
I've been beaten and bruised,
Yet I still crave the taste.
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