We Were Wrong
and as the day slowly circles back into a night,
hazes yawn over stranded lost loves final flight
and again here I stand alone yet not afraid, I find myself everytime fighting that maze
like a spider a web will be weave from the throw, deep and darker the strings of our heart become stone, and as dancing delights those with skeletons pride, it is you who should run fast ride, cower and hide I am free again thank you for this bitter end, Go now my sweet love, this dream journeys here end.
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