The answers you gave,
the truth you didn't speak,
were the things I wanted to hear.
We still have our habits,
we still live our old lives,
hiding the things that shouldn't be seen.
What do we get if our feelings hide in secrecy,
what do we do when the things we love aren't real...
Somehow I love you,
I don't know why,
I need you.
With the energy I have left,
I reach for the remote,
trying to change the channel,
that you're always on.
As i turn the volume down,
you're getting louder,
as I turn off the TV,
you're the only one I can see.
The paintings on the wall,
they all resemble you,
I'd rather watch paint dry,
but there is no escaping you.
The most fun I've had,
it's been a while,
you're everywhere I turn,
haunting me with your smile.
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