midnight phone callsMature

So I'll fall to my knees
& scream until my throat bleeds.
This is my life that she's leading;
can't you feel the difference?
Tell me you know,
tell me it's eating you alive
when her shadow dances on the wall
& you're hoping she walks away.
& when you tell her you love her
tell me it's not her you're seeing.

The End

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