Second Round Lost
Could it be that you really do miss my touch?
As the dreams say it's true
But if you're asking it back, my love
You'll find you never actually had it, so tell me
Why should it be I who takes the fall again?
And why do you show a smile at my sight?
Just leave the light on
Trip the way out
Can it be we were never meant for love?
Still we attempted it anyway
Unregretadly I ask this now:
Why didn't you die like me?
In the last shining hour
The victim that used to be me
Casts a shadow on what you were
And destroys what you are
You've got nowqhere to run
From my hands you fear so much
Now tell me why I have to suffer
The company of your breathing
Lately, mind scared to think
Maybe I'm the dishonest one
Stil in no manner known to man
I will kill you now
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2006
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