How was I supposed to begin?
A teardrop, perhaps?
We both know that I can't do that.
My eyes have opened to the hypocrisy I hide in my soul
Waving away my salvation, then asking for forgiveness

What does that mean?
We don't do it again.

Finding Love in the strangest places
Help at the darkest hour

Blip on the radar;
An outlier. Nothing more.

And what happens when these mishaps form your life?

This means we don't repeat;
We don't fall again.

Watch your tongue 


The End

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