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I met you more than a week ago, and it took less than ten hours to lose you words slip out, words get passed around, regrets occur they say the bark is worse than the bite, but when the bark is your words, and the bite is the feeling that comes after, I'd rather take the bite. still, a dog is a dog, emotions are emotions, people are people, you're still you and I'm still me, and the memory is still there, whether we choose to think about it or not. it takes ten hours to lose hope it takes ten hours to lose the love that never was

pretend this is a movie pretend this is a scene and you have the part that you always wanted only you wanted it before now pretend this is three years ago at the school pretend that it's raining and i have my head on your shoulder pretend that you're telling me to stop because you don't want people to think you have a girlfriend pretend that you're crazy and the days didn't stop pretend that you're amazing and i held onto everything you said pretend that nothing hurts and tell me that you're still invincible pretend that you're still you and everyone's still here pretend that you didn't say that and i'll pretend i still have feelings pretend

after everything, what i remember most wasn't the suits, the waves in his hair or the sun in his eyes. it wasn't the car, where he lived or the way his condo was decorated. not the first time we met, not the multitude of dates we went on, not the quality of the restaurants and how he told me he loved me in front of everyone. it wasn't the sound of his voice, not his taste in music or wines, or the way he smelled before he left for work. i can forget the wedding plans, the way he smiled when he wasn't looking at me and thinking that we'd be together til death did we part. i remember how he said i looked nice but it sounded like he was lying.

i saw everything but i never saw you.

you said everything I felt, but I couldn't hear

you were born alone you will die alone depending on who you are will you choose the hand of mercy or the hand of justice? the hand of good or the hand of evil? can you stand the pain or will it rip you to pieces? it's a beautiful day, but I'm still sorry for what happened at the lake

a face in the window a shout in the night the smell of smoke a guiding light a voice on the phone the empty man who is never home

please tell me again about how you once loved me

you made my heart flutter and you made me shake like a leaf but not in a good way

i've always wondered what it's like to not be lonely