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Mar 11, 2007 23:07

round one
you say hello
i say
let's skip formality
said nothing more
led to the room
that sealed our fate
this passion strong
we can't hold back
lips met and
morality went out the window
and those three words still ring in our ears
strung out like broken glass
to find the feet of the unwatchful eye
round two
you say you're careless and cold
i say
where's your sense of morality
we fought like dogs
opened the sky
"you are a book
read far too much
your pages dull and weary"
"and you are a joke
so overtold,
i've grown to find it stale"
round three
our lives grow seperate and pale.
love and hate growing like weeds
but you'll never find the cure.
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