Easy said as it ever was
Never spoken, never heard
Never attempted,
There is no relief from the autumn breeze
And the bleeding
I watched helpless as I was
stripped of my convictions
I
I see what's inside you, I know what you're hiding
It's
The tear on your pasty white cheek
Leaves me watching
Waiting, wondering
She stares at her from under the cool still waters
Of
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