Wow how we have turned out so evil, ripping each other to shreds only to slowly sow the pieces back together with the same thread we're hanging by, with no intension of ever stopping.
Waking up with false hopes and falling over our could have beens,
because of our reasons, we're no longer the people we fell inlove with.
I fed you to the flames, when I sold myself to fame.
You led me astray, when you allowed me to have my way.
What's the point of all this armour, if it has kept love away too.
No wait, love was but now it is no longer.
It's like you don't know me, and I don't know you,
and the more we use our weaknesses against each other, the more our demons grow stronger.
Guess we both took the furnace taxi, when we gave it a second chance,
guess we were only fooling ourselves when we tipped the balance.
Yours Fatally
CEASER MATA
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