conflict of intrest
Late nights turned to mounings haunted
To be your friend was all I wanted
to be your lover was all I dreamed
conflict of intrest it what it seemed.
Your gone when light hits from the sun
The worst thing is holding on to one
One who doesn’t really want held by you
I always tell myself that cant be true.
Knowing you,me a we is proven wrong
But a we is what I wanted all along
Us as one can never be a frase
How I wish all you were is a phase.
Conflict of intrest is what we are
Knowing this for now I bare a scar
Friends, nothing more nothing less
Conflict of intrest i must confess.
~Beautiful Pollution
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