So it's the same
and it's every other time
so one sided
feeling divided
I sort through the images each day
smiling & staring, two faces or a vase
slowly pacing since I'm afraid to stand still
someone's already around the corner facing the kill
when uncertainty is my greatest thrill
I tried to woo you with paints and words
then fought off those feelings with fists and swords
my black hole plague mind never let me be
now all I do is suffocate in sleep
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