Isn't it ironic 2

-Well, this is a perfect contrast to my last one... 

Sometimes the same

Sometimes not

Closed eyes

We don't stop

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It's too late

To pull apart

The sound of the door

Halts my heart

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Can't see the intruder

He scares me somehow

Tells me to go

I don't know how

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Breaking down

The floor meets my knees

Shivering with cold

And fear, begging "please!"

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An hour, a day

The talking stops now

Can't bare to look

I've lost them somehow

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Working was where

I found him there

Grief, pain and sorrow

Ends us here

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Surprise fills me now

My sorrow has gone

His eyes fill my heart up

Can't bare this one

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Eyes tell the story

Body, the lie

He will remember

And, hell, so will I

♥ ♥ ♥

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