Don't stop.
Don't you dare disturb this moment.
Perpetual delectation,
Almost as if we've known it.

We hide our traces of true beliefs.
They're under our intimate tones.
But inside, we rage with flames of deceit.
Yet, our hearts, still colder than stones.

We can't let go, we won't let go.
Too much of our lives depend.
But we bicker and bussle in constant.
Yet, they don't know, so we just pretend.

I lay awake, at night, for you.
As I cry and I try to subsist.
The infatuate things I've done for you.
Just look at the marks on my wrist.

The traumatic things I've done to you.
The tears you've cried for me.
You've let tears flow until so sore.
You could no longer see.

I swear to God it's almost over.
No longer, the pain we'll go through.
No more feelings, we know it's all over.
The little, the many, the few.
 
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