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Somehow, this is not just a bad dream…
I waken in the night within a scream.
Tears upon the mirror where you used to be,
I gather them into an unconscious sea.
 
And was it I who became a stranger to you?
 
It always hurts to know you feel free
As long as you are away from me.
The way you say you would rather die
Than look at me and say goodbye.
Oh no! But you’d never die for me.
 
You know I want to wake up from this pain…
You know I want to hear you explain
What it is that I have done to make you go—
You can come home if he hurts you, you know…
You can come home to me.
 
Love letters I sent upon that glass
Where you always looked for them.
We can let this terror pass
And walk away as friends.
 
But was I always a stranger in your eyes?
 
You don’t know how I choose to bleed
I said that I love you, and you disagreed.
You said I was crazy, but did you know I was sick?
Something is bleeding inside of my head…
And my heart is asleep
And it’s so fucking hard,  
Because I don’t want to be dead
I don’t want to sink so deep
It’s in my eyes, it’s my chest
I don’t want to lie and rest
I just want to know…
Was I always a stranger to you?
 
© 2021 Marten Hoyle