The sky turns purple
So the night may come
I hear the calls
And soon I'm gone
An overload of faces
And a sea of dreamless strangers
Just filthy breaths
And a deep lack of grace
The thin tissue of my smile
takes only a few hours
to lose all of it's pattern
making me odd to others
A drink and a laughter
A sigh and a stutter
And I'm sorry I had to go
I hate resorting to silence
"I've been in love but I didn't know how to feel it
And I've been adored but I don't know if I ever believed it
I've been loved my whole life but I didn't know how to take it"
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