at days end i always think....
about what couldve been inside a blink....
but deep inside i know whats right ....
and even though we hide insight ...
i cant deny the voice in me ....
that always says "just let her be"...
walk away and turn your back ...
youre going down a one way track...
everything i feel is subjective in a sense...
and my feelings and emotions are all too dense ....
my heart wont last much longer on this sharpened guillotine ...
the blade in part is stronger than the heart of a guiltful queen ...
its just very hard for me to see....
that someone can be as genuine as me....
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