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Hope In A World Of Hurt

There’s a steady stream of wild temptation running through my veins,
Raise a glass to all of our losses, and none of our gains.
And here we are just waiting to push play on the end.
I’m waiting to see if she was really pretend.
Breathing in this stale air in the wrong ways.
Running like animals developing a brand new phase.
I was blind to all of the devouring,
And all that I could see was beauty,
or what I thought it should be.
I didn’t believe why any living thing should love me.
This wasn’t just a dead end experience,
I learned there is so much more to fear in all of this.
Losing faith is normal in her world.
But I have been waiting for this moment my whole life,
And felt that there was something not quite right.
Words screamed though the air,
The look upon her face suggests that she didn’t really care.
Our bodies separated for awhile,
Until I called her back, and I said to her "I want you back!"
Until she listened to me, and I said to her "I’ll beg for you back!"
My mind was made of such innocence I didn’t see reality,
Until I finally had woken from this bad dream.
Everything was in the wrong, and we weren’t meant to be.
Oh, how I lived with such ignorance.
I was the pawn in her disturbed game of chess.
She carted me around for months, and here was I left.
I was a puppet on a string,
All It took was one moment to lose everything.
Her lies left me with a rotten taste in my mouth.
Something so horrible I am still spitting it out.
Now I can only see the disaster caused by me,
It doesn’t matter what this catastrophe does,
It will never be able to stop who I am suppose to become. 

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