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In The End
Why does it always seem to end, just like this,
alone and hurting, yearning for someone's touch.
A hand to trace the scars, lips to kiss away the tears,
and a loving heart to show you,
just how foolish, are your fears.
Yet it's never just that simple,
always more, yet always less.
A painful truth I don't want to believe,
but alone in the darkness, all the little doubts,
wish to make me profess.
It's hard not to give in,
when life seems, such a conspiracy,
such a twisted little farce, keeping your hopes,
just one step ahead, always out of reach.
When you feel broken down, and you feel so tired,
your soul worn out, it's just easier,
so much easier, to confess,
just how wrong you've been, all along.
It's so hard to hear your heart,
when you're brain is counting out the logic.
Hard to feel part, of something meaningful,
when you don't know where your love ends,
or your sanity starts.
Something so perfect, comes along,
yet how is it then,
your heart says this feels so right,
and your brain wonders, isn't this wrong?
