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Wrong…

November 8, 2010

The sun is high, the skin is peeling,
And through the holes it is revealing
The rotten core your words were sealing
For so long.

The air is damp, my world is shrinking
To two blind spots I see, unblinking,
While my mind, it keeps on thinking
I was wrong…
for so long.

The tears they fall, the orbs are burning,
And these thoughts, they keep returning,
I was wrong—my guts are churning—
All along…
I was wrong…
for so long.

The steady beat, it does not falter,
Only perfidious fate will alter
My course of action at the altar—
Sold for a song…
all along…
I was wrong…
for so long.

The promises, they’re torn and broken,
Even though they were never spoken,
A speck of dust their living token
To prove we belong…
sold for a song…
all along…
I was wrong…
for so long.

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