making you you know
having you see
but not able to say exactly what I need.
I know with my eyes
I know with my heart
I want to return to the very start.
If I could rewind , would that even matter?
The wash of tears that just will not come, may help me
and the damage that has been done.
But you and your smile and all of the faux bliss
may never know what I felt when I felt like this.
I do not find your heart (for all that is worth)
has a piece of traceable compassion anywhere on this earth.
I thought for a moment that I was alright
But I find myself again seeing through the game and of course the lie.
You want to be wanted by all who surround
and then to have the power to leave and to drop
But like the wise have told and always say
everything you do will come back to you one day.
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