And yet we are here
You and I, back again
In this place of fear
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Where is here?
Who are you? And who am I?
You told me but I could not hear.
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Gone are the words you said
They danced in my ear for a time
But when mind came to grasp, they where long dead.
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I should talk to you more, listen too
Considering you are on all my walls
But there is always something to do.
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Why am I so bad to you?
You who have done everything for me
Yet I never reciprocated, sad but true.
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I have fifty books of excuses, some quite convincing
Would you like to hear them?
With each one You, smothered in my deceit, will be suffocating.
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Put down the pen and talk?
This I should do?
No, let me rest and, if you want, just call me a cock.
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I promise, one day
One day I will be good to you,
Until then just assume I don’t know how to pray.