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with tear stains on my satin
and my fingers on my lips,
i promise i won't cry
the next time you say goodbye.
when i'm walking through the hallways
of the maze you call your mind,
i wonder where the lying ends
and where your love hides.
if there weren't so much pollution
in the air that you breathe deep,
maybe you'd have a clearer mind
when you speak to me.
and if i had spoke sooner
would it make a difference then,
in the tears that i shed
and the time that i spend
watching you unravel me until my very end,
when you tell that i'm special
do you expect me to pretend?

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