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Silent treat
Weakness aint' my strength
but I still hide the emotions felt within
Sometimes I just wish...but life aint a fairytale
At a certain stage one needs to get real before reality gets to them
We charge..."If only,I should've, I could've, I would've"
But these words that epitomizes a catastrophe
Means one is a little bit far too little too late
To late to make a change
'Coz even if you were just an inch away
...... You still didn't make it there
Its a goal set
And a target missed
Though tis never too late to console a soul
Loftiness takes charge
But emotions beat me to it
I smile...
Hence behind this clowny mask lies a river flooding down my eyes
I try to swallow and hide er tear
But crystal glassy eyes tells the tale
Tis pride lodged in I not to bed thee
That be a weapon that murders me softly
With a blink of an I shed by a tear
Was blinded adequately not to see boomerangs twist against I
Lack of communication silently killed our love
Removed you from my soul
And I from yours
Love hath the tendency to grow on ice
Es' indeed we had our bumpy rides
But the scars created weren't marks to be recalled
but I still hide the emotions felt within
Sometimes I just wish...but life aint a fairytale
At a certain stage one needs to get real before reality gets to them
We charge..."If only,I should've, I could've, I would've"
But these words that epitomizes a catastrophe
Means one is a little bit far too little too late
To late to make a change
'Coz even if you were just an inch away
...... You still didn't make it there
Its a goal set
And a target missed
Though tis never too late to console a soul
Loftiness takes charge
But emotions beat me to it
I smile...
Hence behind this clowny mask lies a river flooding down my eyes
I try to swallow and hide er tear
But crystal glassy eyes tells the tale
Tis pride lodged in I not to bed thee
That be a weapon that murders me softly
With a blink of an I shed by a tear
Was blinded adequately not to see boomerangs twist against I
Lack of communication silently killed our love
Removed you from my soul
And I from yours
Love hath the tendency to grow on ice
Es' indeed we had our bumpy rides
But the scars created weren't marks to be recalled
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