It's half past twilight and my bedtime
The red and white wine still sit on the counter top
I hate to ask you this but, dose it hurt you when I cry?
Cause I can't help but recognize we have the same eyes
Do you not see yourself in me?
The abused becomes the abuser but not this time,
Not today, not tomorrow, never will I ever be like you.
Even if we have the same eyes
You know I hate to ask you this, but your actions make me second guess you're intentions,
Please just answer me honestly
Did I ever really mean anything to you? Or were you just happy because we have the same eyes? Were you just happy because you saw yourself in me?
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बेतरतीबshort and bittersweet 'poetry' *** If u know me in real life, this is just a figment of ur imagination and does not exist. ***
