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Wasting away love’s paradise
How much does it take To come undone? Selfishly woven a thin string of lies Desperate to sever the thread Holding up my sun Yet, when devoid of truth I call upon your whispered secrets Pray for your mystery to sing to me But how long does it take And how much can you fake Before I come undone? What was it, my love? For leaving me all alone Was your empathy black as stone? Or, are you just that numb? For when devoid of truth I sing to you; sing to me Your whispered secrets sting Stung to the core of my being I am undone.
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