You're not right.
Seems like this is
an old song
and
an old dance.
You knew there
was never a
chance.
You knew
this dance
would be the
first
and
last.
Hard on the
heart.
Never able to be
a part.
Just a short
stop.
A small pause.
Then off you
go without
a cause.
Then off you go
to another heart.
Yours already the
color of dark.
Already the color
of night.
You showed no teeth
but still you bite.
hmm. |
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