Its all starting to seem fake
Thanks for the reassurance
Thanks for the kind of goodbyes
There are no stright answers
No perfect look in your eyes
Can't leave anything finished
Nothing determined or fully said
I assumed this would be the answer
even though in the back of my head
I wished there was something different.
Some begging for a change
Some commitment for a life
The end to a game
I shouldn't hope for such silliness
Such childhood dreams
We never really acted like children and
Maybe that's what makes love seem so fake
The fact that I can't relate to your:
Experiance
Delirium.
1200 isn't perfect, yet at some moments
it seems good enough for me
It seems pure enough for me
But lets face it, there was nothing about us
that said PURE
I guess we are over.
In an not fully true way
because I know in a month, you will call me
telling me I should stay
Maybe I should just assume we are finished
Because honestly the next time you call
I should probably remind you
that now we are through.
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