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In the dead of the night When no one is near My misery flows freely And I'm just wishing Wishing someone would hear
My pitter-patter heart Misses a beat As my eyes rest upon My dearest sweet
I loved You deceived With passionate kisses Betrayed me And our promised blisses
You changed the narrative Shifted the blame Oh my darling dear Can't you see Who the villain is here?
Winter begins when our eyes meet We cast our icy stares at each other And I'm frozen where I stand I pound the glass in frustration You do the same The same idea must be crossing your mind
the first time I stank when I kept you dead when I should have manured you into the root of fresh promises as I was oft-tempted in death where I can't find ash so I choose my body as the crypt
The dreams I had are only memories now-  I took down the clock only for it to stop ticking.   Now I'm a wasteland of lost hope full of my family's disappointments.
I know that like the back of my father's hand.
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