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Description
Letters form the truth on this paper
Which stays creased – to never unfold
These stories lie, or stay untold
Sealed with my kiss and to you -
I sent my heart,
Bared my skin,
Gave my soul,

But you seem nothing more than a ghost to me these days
A shadow – subconsciously noticed,
but never acknowledged
Blamed for your pretence
There are no words – just noises lost in screams
There is no reality – just the twisted truth
Lost in dreams

Imaginary battles between us
We dance around and round in my head
I make up stories to feed on my own sympathy
Trying to remember the boundaries of reality and dreams
Wishing they could flip reverse
Can’t the problems become just tiny blips on the radar?
Delayed - Instead of hitting me straight on, front and centre

Lying half alive, you’re slowly draining me
Blinded by desire, go ahead take your shot
If this is what I’ve become, absorbing your hatred
My tongue numb with devotion – defences down
First aid kit in hand,
Ready and waiting to stitch the wound
Put a band-aid aside to cover the fissures in my heart
So I won’t feel a thing when
You grant my wishes with fake ardour
Do it once more, just to make it an even number.

Description
Letters form the truth on this paper
Which stays creased – to never unfold
These stories lie, or stay untold
Sealed with my kiss and to you -
I sent my heart,
Bared my skin,
Gave my soul,

But you seem nothing more than a ghost to me these days
A shadow – subconsciously noticed,
but never acknowledged
Blamed for your pretence
There are no words – just noises lost in screams
There is no reality – just the twisted truth
Lost in dreams

Imaginary battles between us
We dance around and round in my head
I make up stories to feed on my own sympathy
Trying to remember the boundaries of reality and dreams
Wishing they could flip reverse
Can’t the problems become just tiny blips on the radar?
Delayed - Instead of hitting me straight on, front and centre

Lying half alive, you’re slowly draining me
Blinded by desire, go ahead take your shot
If this is what I’ve become, absorbing your hatred
My tongue numb with devotion – defences down
First aid kit in hand,
Ready and waiting to stitch the wound
Put a band-aid aside to cover the fissures in my heart
So I won’t feel a thing when
You grant my wishes with fake ardour
Do it once more, just to make it an even number.