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Sometimes I look At you (YOU? What the f**k? Is that supposed to be A metaphor? What are you talking about? WHO - Are you talking about? Your..

Frustration.

I watched, forever - Changed - (As) You collapsed, Broke into a thousand pieces - You always told me -(that) You needed me to breath - But I ..

Seeing the sun I slip in to shorts and rush outside, eager to bask, but soon Cartoon grey clouds Inch their way across my sun, Cutting off the he..

I heard you Whisper, Under this Shroud of Wet heat, Dream delirium Clutch To the edges, Scrabble for your sanity Before you realise - I..

You're so uncertain, (Like a shot in the dark) Playing Russian roulette Even though you don't know the rules. But you still try to save me And ..

(You are) My Hiding Place is Far far away, In a place You'll never go, (Never know) It's called your Heart.

We've been playing at War games, Playing with fire, Playing (off) Each other Throughout time, (and space) Using the stars for hiding places. ..

Your long, twisted Sprawling question Mark (Question mark?) Is still hovering Over me, And I don't have any answers; Sorry?

(Look in my eyes, What do you see?) Sore, red, Dry, peeling Skin. Sting. The beat of a Pulse In an eyelid. You In the reflection, ..