It is funny
The things we say
The things we hear
The promises spoken
Those that are broken
Kisses stolen
Each to their own lies
Kept inside
All the while
I sit here watching
And I get none
All the while
Time is passing
And I still get none
Somewhat ironic
The games we play
The web we weave
The promises spoken
Those that are broken
Hearts stolen
Each to their own lies
Burning inside
All the while
I sit here watching
And I get none
All the while
Time is passing
And I still get none
These
last few hours
Watching
the hands of the clock
Sweeping
slowly
Every
so slowly
And
endless dance to nowhere
A
race without an end
A
bullet fired from sniper’s rifle
A
highway without a bend
All the while
I sit here watching
And I get none
All the while
Time is passing
And I still get none
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