How could you have ever found me? When how you were thought to be would rest unseen, blind to the peace and love offered.
You'd take apart what truly needs placed in your heart, when all that you have dreamed, with your own hands twist into a nightmare.
So I'm to blame... How fair, no its thrown in my face when all of this time was a waste, left a bitter taste on my lips.
And you wondered why from you I no longer kissed, rather have balled up my words like a fist...
Yet go into your own hell, make me feel as its my fault that to your own hell you've become a slave.
When the truth of it all is, it dead before it started, you were never grown enough to realize.
Never strong enough to be what you pretended you were... Rather act out that your living and breathing.
When like everyone else you blended in, befriended someone you will regret, but it's nothing left.
You speak like your so high above, but move and talk out of love and your just another walking dead to me.
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