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I don't believe in fate nor in any kind of grand design,
Because if we got what we deserved then theres no way that you'd be mine.
So I won't call you a godsend nor compare you to an angel,
And though your absence burns I won't say that I'm in hell.

But when I close my eyes I see your face
and girl now my heart it starts to race
at rather an impressive pace
as I think of you in all your grace
I think this is another a case
where my heart is ever giving chase
as it beats out with infinite bass
at the thought of you all clad in lace.

But I'll admit that in your dress,
You display infinite finesse
Far gone are the days of my one true love. But I'll embrace this chance, with my new favourite person
When I say she's my rock, to the people I meet
For some reason they all, seem to think that that's sweet.
But no she is not, my foundation of stone,
Who supports and holds me, when I feel alone.
She isn't the constant, that keeps me sane
Because it's been a long time, and that girl she did change.

No for I am Sisyphus, and this much is true,
I'll never make things work with you.
But I am Sisyphus, it's what I do,
And I'm in love, with trying to
I hope I'm wrong. But sometimes it feels like trying to make things work with her, is like Sisyphus pushing his rock up that hill. I'll never succeed, but I've come so close, and  I'm in love with trying
You said you loved me, but where's that now?
You just up and left without a tear,
Expecting me to be alright somehow,
Without the future we had drawning near
But fine then, goodbye, I'll be fine,
I just thought you meant it, when you said you were mine.
And so today ended another in a long line of things I had way too much hope for.
And so she leaves, what we were behind
And somehow expects me not to mind.
We weren't together but I'm still not fine
In this world, where she's not mine.
From all our plans, she walked away,
And now I'm alone, on this bleakest day.
What the point in poetry?
It doesn't change a thing.
It doesn't make a difference,
so why let my heart sing?

Whatever I say, you still won't care.
Why do I even try?
I'm in love but what's it worth?
I'd rather I just die.
I can't give up, but I don't see why I write.
What's her name again?
Well it seems I just can't quite recall.
She's just a good distraction because
You just don't care at all
I never could stand cigarettes
That was just the way it went
But now they remind me of your lips and
I think I love their scent
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