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Falling Out

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Day 1, I looked back... A few footsteps from here Not too far yet not too near Still, I don't understand how How I can look at you now And still not see you. Day 2, I tried to tell you... You listened but weren't paying attention Bodies intertwined as souls fought to repel Still, I don understand one minor thing How could you be so calm As it stormed on all realms of our love? Day 3, I wrote it down Every bit of hurt, every bit of pain, I let ink and paper be the judge of character My face leaked droplets of devotion Cleansing my soul of addiction It's a good sign, isn't it? Day 4, I walked towards the door but my feet glued themselves to your floor couldn't move a muscle, I couldn't flinch, but effortlessly let my thoughts wander, My muscles tensed, and I'm giving up. Wait, is this the end?  But it can't be. Right? Day 5 I'm still breathing Pumping air into a lifeless doll morning sunshine yet I'm a darkened s...

SILENT VOICE

The servant’s day is blue and white Still he serves his master right But there’s more to him than meets the eye Even as he plead his weak cry He hides it well, he can’t be weak Just like that no one dares to ask But I can tell it is freedom you seek His own reflection disappoints his eye His worthlessness reflects away He has been here before by the way So why is the ugliness still an awe? The key is not to mind, he tells himself But he forgets his chants upon the master’s arrival Free me master so I can explore the world, Is there a world really for him to explore? Two steps further three steps behind The master can still forgive you if you repent You are either the master or you are him You are either the master or you are no one The servant stays strong, Who is he to point the master’s wrongs? There is much to be said, much truth to be hidden, So many lives to kill so many lives to save, He hides it all, holds himself still, His...

WHERE IT HURTS

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 WHERE IT HURTS She has her faith in you, She has her trust in you, For you, she'd die a million times, For you, she'd make a million rhymes. All her wealth all her strength, She'd give you all without a doubt, But no one cares what she does, So you hit her where it hurts. She buries it all, endures it all, She falls apart, she breaks in whole, She tries to climb, you pull her down, She drops a tear and yes, you won! To herself, she keeps it all, Hides her pain and smiles to all, And no one cares how she feels, So you hit her where it hurts. "I believe in you" you say, " believe in us" And for believing in you she'd pay, because it's all just a talk. "We are one" you say, She'd barely see your point, Since she'd give and give, but you 'll hit her where it hurts.