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Complication
Where do we start when asked,
what's wrong?
Do we only scratch the surface for
the askers sake?
Is the truth permitted in these situations?
For me the answer is complicated
It's never just one thing
It's the hundreds that haunt my mind
Ghost of the past that won't let me be
Avoiding questions for whose sake,
I don't know anymore
Does she love me, or is she just a whore?
Maybe I've made her this way
Echoes of laughter and cries make up the white noise in my mind
It's a dangerous edge that I walk sometimes..
what's wrong?
Do we only scratch the surface for
the askers sake?
Is the truth permitted in these situations?
For me the answer is complicated
It's never just one thing
It's the hundreds that haunt my mind
Ghost of the past that won't let me be
Avoiding questions for whose sake,
I don't know anymore
Does she love me, or is she just a whore?
Maybe I've made her this way
Echoes of laughter and cries make up the white noise in my mind
It's a dangerous edge that I walk sometimes..
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