tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155019122024-02-20T00:37:35.590-08:00The Ghost Office Poetry BlogA place where the ghosts of verse pop up.
Lyrics and poetry.
More than a little haunting.TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-9938694475356684482018-02-10T11:50:00.001-08:002018-02-10T11:50:04.216-08:00Never NeverStacks of magazines<br />
Pictures torn<br />
Cut away<br />
All the places we'll never been<br />
<br />
Dizzy little daydream<br />
On our backs<br />
On our beds<br />
The nowheres<br />
And the wherewithal<br />
Were always with us<br />
Now lay back<br />
And let it all come<br />
<br />
Desktop backgrounds<br />
Pictures sourced<br />
Online<br />
All the places we'll never been<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-79674171019499766842017-04-05T16:26:00.000-07:002017-04-05T16:26:38.273-07:00Villain<br />
I fade in, will you<br />
Fade out with me?<br />
Hand drawn circumstance<br />
Cold blue steel<br />
Color of a gun<br />
In my hand<br />
Color of a man<br />
Will you,<br />
Will you fade out with me?<br />
<br />
Long before the panel<br />
Judged what I had to say<br />
Before I was just a few pages<br />
Drawing a blank<br />
I was just trying<br />
Aren't we all just trying<br />
Before the comic starts?<br />
<br />
I fade out<br />
Will you fade with me?<br />
Fate in blocked cells<br />
Ink for fingered prints<br />
Under a yellow sun<br />
I burn away<br />
And the world turns<br />
Will you<br />
Will you, burn away with me?<br />
<br />
Long after the dark night<br />
Left me branded<br />
In the pages yet unwritten<br />
Blank, ready to be drawn<br />
I'm still trying<br />
God, aren't we all just trying<br />
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i have nothing<br />
i never did<br />
but i see the patterns<br />
we create<br />
the habitual<br />
habits<br />
we populate<br />
<br />
an endless topography<br />
of scapes we've already climbed<br />
reliving our reliving<br />
of our re-relived lives<br />
a life that is<br />
like a construction paper snowflake<br />
cut at the same angles<br />
unseen till the foldout<br />
we are everything we already were<br />
but i want to evolve<br />
want to be something more<br />
<br />
I have nothing<br />
I never did<br />
I want to evolve<br />
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It was her turn<br />
As the wheel spun<br />
She was young but that doesn't matter<br />
Brilliant but her words are now forgotten<br />
The grey matter replaces and condenses every whisper of her<br />
<br />
Sometimes pass and some more after that<br />
Another her<br />
Another turn<br />
As life left her tired<br />
Death left her breathless<br />
She was young but that doesn't matter<br />
Brilliant but her words are now forgotten<br />
The brain pan rewinds and resets till there's very little left<br />
<br />
Dead words from closed lips still lingering in my ears<br />
When the wheel spins again, will it be my turn?<br />
I'm still young but that never matters<br />
A little foolish, and these words are already forgotten<br />
Someone else and someone else and others yet<br />
Will defrag and untag and reset<br />
'Til there's little left to say<br />
'Til there's nothing left.<br />
And so on and so forth<br />
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Shadows lift, sigh, and fall back to the ground.<br />
It's night out this morning. The sun didn't rise.<br />
No eclipse.<br />
No parables.<br />
No light.<br />
The evening was a reverie of bubbles and desire.<br />
Floating through the ceilings of the trendiest of places.<br />
She was there, and so was he, and also his gal.<br />
We were fearsome in our devilish quartet.<br />
Music followed us around the boardwalk.<br />
Times were, what they were meant to be.<br />
Love, and mystery.<br />
Excitement and trepidation.<br />
Dauntingly, a roundabout of emotions.<br />
Now sings the morning that didn't dawn.<br />
Now the burden of a cathedral's bell's ringing.<br />
Men, women, and children fleeing.<br />
Nowhere and everywhere at once.<br />
And from what?<br />
Nothing in the darkness seems to bite.<br />
There are no call outs of bullets or bombs.<br />
No poisonous whispers of burning agendas.<br />
Nothing but the dark.<br />
And I lay here with her,<br />
She lays here with me.<br />
Looking out the bedroom window,<br />
Into the black.<br />
I think we'll stay in today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-38504455946136238122016-03-24T12:41:00.000-07:002016-03-24T12:41:01.650-07:00Poor IdaPoor Ida<br />
Oh, Ida<br />
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs<br />
Poor Ida<br />
Oh, Ida<br />
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs<br />
<br />
She needs a hot tub full of water<br />
She needs the bubblin' jets blue<br />
She needs a real bright diamond' finger<br />
And the matchin' earrings too<br />
<br />
Oh...<br />
<br />
Poor Ida<br />
Oh, Ida<br />
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs<br />
Poor Ida<br />
Oh, Ida<br />
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs<br />
<br />
She needs a window side seat to Vegas<br />
She needs a turnkey poolside flat<br />
She needs an alibi out of order<br />
And she better well get one fast<br />
<br />
Oh...<br />
<br />
Poor Ida<br />
Oh, Ida<br />
Poor Ida, she don't know what she needs<br />
Poor Ida<br />
Oh, Ida<br />
Poor Ida, knows what she wants but not what she needs<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Did you see the sunset?<br />
Will you be out-back-side,<br />
When the last petal falls?<br />
<br />
I'm dreaming of sprouts<br />
And dandelion dust clouds<br />
What will go on<br />
When the last petal falls<br />
<br />
Did you hear her laughter?<br />
Did you see her smile?<br />
Will you be there with her,<br />
When the last petal falls?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-10390337059277536542015-08-10T14:21:00.000-07:002015-08-10T14:21:11.204-07:00Girl AWhen you go to sleep<br />
In your closet<br />
What's in the back of your mind<br />
Is it a secret?<br />
Are you haunting them<br />
Feeling haunted?<br />
Chaste, you're feeling down<br />
Cast your feelings down<br />
<br />
They say<br />
When the lights go out<br />
There's murder in your heart.<br />
Was it all just a game<br />
Or an honest mistake?<br />
Did you tie her up<br />
Did she keep you down?<br />
Find a way back<br />
Find your way back<br />
<br />
Found you online<br />
Or did you find them?<br />
Wanna play a flash game<br />
Gonna play a flash game...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-80882421659321646312015-04-01T15:19:00.000-07:002015-04-01T15:19:27.338-07:00LightFor grace did shine<br />
Upon the retched and despair<br />
Forgotten chimes<br />
Hidden within the shadows<br />
And backrooms of the heart<br />
<br />
Small and flickering,<br />
Pretty little light of thine<br />
Hidden from the cold, shaken soul<br />
<br />
There sits the basement of chapel<br />
Bells singing<br />
Choirs reciting<br />
And the promise of a child's faith<br />
<br />
Not forgotten<br />
Just forgotten<br />
Waiting to spring spring<br />
On a weary and wasted wanderer<br />
And I recall<br />
Oh, I recall, it all<br />
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In an overlap<br />
Falling down the banister<br />
climbing up both legs<br />
<br />
It's in the back room<br />
In the back store<br />
In the closet<br />
behind the box of<br />
<br />
Everything within her hands<br />
was lost before<br />
the night began<br />
to worry<br />
What's that look on her face for?<br />
Everything that's come to pass<br />
was bottled up<br />
inside that dance<br />
together<br />
What's that's look on her face for?<br />
<br />
It's with the minister<br />
with his barrister<br />
And he's very stern<br />
Watching it slide on by<br />
<br />
It's in the words he says<br />
What she doesn't say<br />
For a moment they'll<br />
think back to what was<br />
<br />
<br />
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I don't think I wanna be me<br />
Okay?<br />
So just let me drift on the sofa<br />
And I'll be anything<br />
Anything,<br />
But what's in my head<br />
<br />
When I say<br />
This world is an envelope<br />
Containing a letter I'd rather not read<br />
I swear,<br />
I didn't know that it could be past due<br />
For everything I know<br />
I swear<br />
<br />
Cloud cotton candy<br />
Day dreaming dizzy<br />
The back porch is rotting<br />
Out in the sun<br />
<br />
It seems that we never<br />
Talk silent<br />
And I am<br />
All that's too blame<br />
For the words in my head<br />
<br />
When I say<br />
I'm down for whatever you may possibly throw my way any way whatever you say<br />
I swear<br />
That I lied<br />
I swear<br />
<br />
18 and laughing<br />
6 years and running<br />
My heart is no more<br />
Nor shadows nor stone<br />
<br />
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<i>When</i> I was<br />
Sixes and Sevens<br />
Seven-Eight-Nine<br />
<br />
It was the years of my summer<br />
And I was still new upon this earth<br />
<br />
I held a stick for a sword<br />
The battlefield laid out before me<br />
In my back yard<br />
With an enemy<br />
-Damn fierce-<br />
Armies in the dandelions<br />
Marching all day long<br />
<br />
With only me to take the fight to them<br />
<br />
When I was<br />
<i>When</i> I was...<br />
<br />
Here I am,<br />
31 years old or so<br />
At sixes and sevens<br />
Already set in my ways<br />
With sicknesses and syndromes<br />
Soliloquies on serviettes<br />
I cannot help but wonder<br />
-Drowning from the inside out-<br />
In the space of two dozen summers<br />
Where the hell the warrior went?<br />
<br />
No blade as sharp as time<br />
<br />
When I was<br />
<i>When</i> I was<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Feels like forever<br />
For a mother, daughter<br />
Sister to two brothers<br />
Could it be another?<br />
<br />
Twelve years<br />
Where did all the time go?<br />
Watching all the grass grow<br />
Forgetting all the in-jokes<br />
Wonder if I still know<br />
<br />
It's been ten years<br />
Now we're getting closer<br />
Now I'm getting older<br />
Salt over my shoulder<br />
Am I getting colder<br />
<br />
Eight years<br />
Finally the truth<br />
And how can it be,<br />
I'll soon be older than you?<br />
Older than you.<br />
With memories fading<br />
You're never aging<br />
Ageless and retaining<br />
Youth<br />
<br />
It's always appropriate when it rains today.<br />
<br />
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Everyone's gone inside<br />
On a sunny bright but forgotten eve<br />
Satellites are catching rays<br />
In bursts of sound and stratosphere<br />
And I'm colliding with the rest of them<br />
Colluding with the unescaped<br />
Collecting fragments of ourselves<br />
Our past.<br />
<br />
There's a whisper on the lips<br />
Of demigods and debutantes<br />
Fears and conflagration<br />
And pastels on the walls<br />
<br />
With a Sunday shade of worship<br />
We all concede the field<br />
It wasn't what we hoped for<br />
Wasn't what we asked for<br />
And we're colliding once again<br />
<br />
She needs to wash her windows,<br />
He's got to change the oil<br />
There are pine cones in the pool out back<br />
There is family coming in from Perth<br />
<br />
Carefully, and constantly pushing further on<br />
<br />
I never understood<br />
How it can be<br />
When ninety and nine of the world want peace<br />
Ninety and nine just want to be left alone<br />
How one can end it all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-62321240555729107142015-01-05T15:45:00.000-08:002015-01-05T15:45:31.799-08:00Let The Drama Kid DieNow I'm starting to worry<br />
And the sentences aren't coming so easy<br />
Anymore<br />
<br />
The music doesn't seem to turn up loud enough<br />
To drown out the thoughts<br />
Anymore<br />
<br />
Where did I go right now?<br />
It's hard to tell<br />
Hard as a God-damned man<br />
<br />
Broken English<br />
Dropped expression<br />
No heart left in the thoughts<br />
I'm left wondering again<br />
<br />
The street lights don't offer a sanctuary<br />
To a broken heart<br />
Anymore<br />
<br />
I'm not some stupid kid<br />
Tripping over his own clumsy feet<br />
Anymore<br />
<br />
What am I right now?<br />
I'm not, anymore<br />
I know that<br />
But it's hard to tell<br />
Hard as a God-damned man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-23013039038902720512014-11-29T13:57:00.001-08:002016-10-06T08:45:44.741-07:00drowning from withinForgive me if I go on<br />
I'm only diseased<br />
I'll smile and I'll play nice<br />
From behind the scenes<br />
<br />
I'd really rather feel<br />
Anyway but how I feel<br />
<br />
Spent the last fifteen holding onto dreams<br />
That were foolishly calculated<br />
In my idiot teens<br />
<br />
I want to fall back, laugh, and run<br />
Get away and maybe then<br />
I won't play foil again<br />
<br />
Maybe just end up back here roughin' it<br />
<br />
Running in circles makes me dizzy<br />
Makes me want to scream<br />
"It isn't ice water<br />
It's something else in his veins"<br />
<br />
To live afraid of drowning<br />
Even I can see the humor in<br />
The irony of a man<br />
Drowning in his own skin<br />
<br />
To say what?<br />
To say I say the least<br />
If no one else wants to<br />
Why should I want to be me?<br />
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<br />
The question we have in common,<br />
Though you'll probably never see<br />
It's the one that's been there since the beginning<br />
Infecting the creation of everything<br />
<br />
One more stanza,<br />
How could we refrain?<br />
I'm not questioning the cobwebs<br />
Not who or What forms the rain<br />
<br />
All I ask, is what we all want to know<br />
Where did we come from,<br />
Before anything came to be?<br />
Where did that first moment<br />
Exist in our reality?<br />
<br />
You can keep your big theories<br />
I can keep my God,<br />
Ultimately we're both believers<br />
That we're here at all<br />
<br />
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Like two peridots they gleam.<br />
A shade of envy,<br />
For affections, I'm envious to glean.<br />
<br />
Green,<br />
The color that looks best on everything<br />
And that's why I gotta keep,<br />
Gotta keep your eyes on me<br />
<br />
Is it an affectation,<br />
If my words never find the intended audience?<br />
Or is it just indicative<br />
Of a soul that's somehow lost?<br />
<br />
Green,<br />
The color that looks best on me<br />
So you know I gotta keep<br />
Gotta keep your eyes on everything<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Anymore,<br />
Than she could be we<br />
I'm not selling the customer on the misinformation<br />
That seems to be feeding me<br />
I'm not dazzling brilliant<br />
Softly array<br />
Not head and shoulders<br />
Standing tall on the backs<br />
of your prey<br />
I'm not 'I haven't felt this way in so long'<br />
I'm not the final verse in her favorite song<br />
Everything I am seems to be<br />
Thin lines transparent<br />
Covering other's transparencies<br />
To say I'm in over my head,<br />
would be like repeating an old line:<br />
These days I feel over all the time<br />
Recycled words in my mouth<br />
Like pulling oil<br />
Swishing it back and forth<br />
I don't know how much more I can take of this non-profit<br />
Just point and click,<br />
upsell respect,<br />
Turn your head,<br />
Deep, deep breath,<br />
now spit.<br />
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Just a drop off point in the middle of exclamation<br />
With words that pour from the faucet<br />
Ideas that cling like static<br />
Hopelessness even as I'm hoping still<br />
<br />
In the end they tell me - in the end all that matters is what came before<br />
In the end they tell me, nothing really matters before it all<br />
<br />
Comes crashing<br />
Blasting<br />
Like a shadow chasing a ball<br />
Caustic<br />
But not causing it<br />
Like the acid corroding away us all<br />
<br />
In the end they tell me, nothing really matters before the end<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-88517073843757905852014-01-29T19:50:00.000-08:002014-01-29T19:50:10.965-08:00.3You be in charge of me<br />
I'll be in charge of you<br />
You can grab my coat<br />
And I'll help you with your boots<br />
<br />
Oh, I, think it might rain today<br />
But between you and me,<br />
That's okay<br />
I was never really bothered by rain<br />
It's the days without weather<br />
I can't take<br />
And anyway<br />
I think I can handle anything today<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-48027947943894777942014-01-29T19:41:00.002-08:002014-01-29T19:41:48.943-08:00.2Where with her, he thought suddenly, solemnly<br />
She's just another angler, angling<br />
Dangling the dream<br />
She treats life like it's just a facsimile<br />
Indifferent to say the least<br />
<br />
She wears her smile like her press on nails<br />
Breaking when scratching at a surface<br />
Twin spirals<br />
A Gemini pushing through the outside<br />
Two sides to every story<br />
And she always has five<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-19366472326528500842013-12-02T10:34:00.001-08:002017-04-07T15:57:16.128-07:00415<div style="text-align: center;">
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She's charging around my heart,</div>
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Like a bull in a china shop</div>
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Just a quiet girl, at the bus stop</div>
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<br /></div>
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She takes the 4:15</div>
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Every day it seems</div>
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Sits across from me</div>
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I don't know why it is</div>
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I always feel like such a wreck</div>
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Sitting on the 4:15</div>
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<br /></div>
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She walks across the parking lot</div>
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A mile from where they drop me off</div>
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Just oblivious</div>
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There's an ocean tearing at my seems</div>
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A mouthful of words I can't release</div>
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Every afternoon, when I'm sitting across from her</div>
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On the 4:15</div>
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I'm exclamation points and capslock</div>
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When we pull up to her bus stop</div>
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My eyes resting on the clock</div>
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When it's 4:15</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://myspace.com/krealien">Check My Profile Out On Myspace</a></li></div>TS Hendrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12965357024150434808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15501912.post-18502777296451842562013-09-10T13:55:00.003-07:002013-09-10T13:56:57.089-07:00Yeah, Again<br />
Sorry mister, seems you just missed her<br />
The girl with the too-long sleeves<br />
Is unraveling at the seams<br />
<br />
Should have been there<br />
Had to be there<br />
To get the joke<br />
<br />
Not that it's in or out<br />
Not that she's in or out<br />
We're nothing if not extreme<br />
<br />
Until they dance again<br />
Fabled misery<br />
Twisted hearts<br />
Entwined, but unwinding<br />
The girl with the too-long sleeves<br />
And the boy with the headphones on his hip<br />
<br />
Tell him how you feel<br />
If you can pry the music<br />
From his cold dead stare<br />
<br />
Starry Starry night<br />
He cuts his heart<br />
Like others cut cocaine<br />
<br />
No more mystery<br />
Too much history<br />
Behind his eyes<br />
<br />
Until they dance again<br />
Like they did eleven-ty years ago<br />
Bowing, then promenade<br />
Unbound, but binding<br />
The girl with the too-long sleeves<br />
And the boy with the headphones on his hip<br />
<br />
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I'm happy it's with you..."<br />
<br />
Bet you didn't know she cries at night<br />
When the lights go dim<br />
And the laughter's gone<br />
<br />
Bet you didn't know<br />
She only smiles bright for you<br />
<br />
In the end, together in the end,<br />
All the loose ends get tied down<br />
<br />
Bet you didn't know she lies all the time<br />
The melancholy she hides<br />
Is closer than a friend<br />
<br />
Bet you didn't know<br />
You're all that separates her from herself<br />
<br />
For "all the right reasons" sometimes<br />
Is the worst reason of all<br />
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