I cant stand to play this game.
This play causes nothing but pain.
Must we carry on with this lie?
We just say goodbye
at the end of every day
like everything is okay.
So close I want to kiss you.
I can feel you want it too.
But then you pull away.
And proceed to say.
That none of this is real.
And all of what I feel
Is made up inside me
And that we can never be.
Because there is something
That you made out of nothing.
To wall up the emotions you hold.
And to think you call my actions bold.














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