She looks to me when things aren’t so bright
I gauge her sense of misery
Credence given to the night
We say intermittent goodbyes
Cold Winters marked by harsh betrayal
The band plays out a series of sequential tones
Its melancholy for the sake of being
We rejoice for distance; dichotomy unseen
The last thought of my first love
Beginning of our torrid end
What’s the use of pretending to be friends?
If you cant befriend the ‘me’ of today
Because you hate the person of yesteryear
A loveless patron short on the currency of the heart
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heart strings, you tug at them.
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