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Too Much To Ask
I decided to ask you why,
will you look me in the eye?
tell me you'd never do it again
replacing the ink with snow in your pen
Its all just such a shame;
shall we give it a name?
Turning the page of burnt fire
writing down your every desire
Every nightmare is different but concludes the same in the end
hiding from secrets
you take it to leave it
at every whispers bend.
My tissues are soaked
I was provoked
Dont be just another brick wall
you have the choice to save it all.
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