Hey You
Tables have turned; I’ve got no place to go
The fire went out your lust just crept slow
The leaks in your trust are bandages unkempt
The thoughts in your mind run blindfolded
Loves what I gave, you just reprimanded
Had a piece of your heart, now it’s gone in a dream
Passion once forgotten as sand
Forgotten city at hand, you had it all, but slept through
Maybe a second later, well meet again
Tragedy stricken, what’s abundance now
Had it all, want nothing for
Had her close, went elsewhere
Faces merged into cyclical emotion
Lungs burn with desire; no picture frame's holding
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