You and I are vintage
Unfit for a modern setting
And at best a distant memory

Don't offer the fuel it needs
to set you on fire

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a numb ache in the bone,
feels like you're alone.
with a head full of lies,
im saying goodbye.

Sometimes,
I fear
there will come a day
when he will use my
secrets
against me.

But then I remember:

I know all of his
secrets,
too.

{Try me, Darlin'}

Silence is not a sign of weakness
Yet it is a subtle art
Words can save your temper
But silence will save your soul