She steps away from me.
It’s so easy.
It blows my mind
She doesn’t see me.
It’s so easy.
I hoped we could be friends.
But lines started to bend
And then
We started to spend
The earliest light
To the latest night.
And now we fight
For who’s right.
We fight
To incite
Emotion.
Rather commotion.
Locomotion,
With no tracks.
I attack.
You attack.
“I’ll get you back.”
Words get stacked
Until they all fall down.
Get scattered on the ground.
And now
I’m astounded.
By our ability to forget where we started.
We were both broken hearted.
And now two years together
And we’re both broken hearted.
I though you would help.
Shit, I can beat up myself.
So, what separates you
From everybody else?
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