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Futility

I'm gonna run to her, while I'm thinking of you
I'm gonna take her clothes off, and admire the view
I'm gonna let her get you out of my mind
You're killing me slowly, you're my cyanide
Flesh on flesh, brief blessed reprieve
To feel sweet nothing, in that sweet release
 
And after the deed is done, Imma think of you still
These past couple hours, we both know it wasn't real
She's got her demons, and I've got mine
We're just strangers in the dark, lost and hopelessly blind
And so we use each other, just trying to find the light
Seeking solace, heedless of wrong or right
 
 
Written by TMA (Apollo)
Published | Edited 27th Mar 2015
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