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What am I left to love now,

a memory of a second hand promise

or was it a third hand lie

that you cloaked yourself in?

Dare say you believed it to be true,

as did I when I inherited it but

how long have you known it to be false?

Slipping away like all those friends over the years

while you play make believe in your room.

How long am I meant to watch you die,

playing second fiddle to that monster,

the one that only you can see

when it rears its ugly head.

See, I only see your eyes

Not some glowing red in the dark.

There's nothing here to cling to

No reigns or stirrups and

no water to dampen this wildfire.

If I had wanted a shell

I would of made my way to the beach

and found myself an empty home of a hermit crab.

They know when it's time to vacate

and move on to something bigger.

I would hold that shell to my ear

and hear the sea licking the shore

like a perfect union,

and wonder why I don't hear that sound

when I hold onto you.

You fill yourself up with all the colours

that contradict

and leave no room for my colour,

because you're so afraid of finding the perfect match.

Tell me how long I am meant to stay strong

while you play Russian roulette with your life.

I can't hang around waiting for you to pull the trigger.

I don't care anymore about loving you softly softly,

when the noose around my own neck is getting tighter.

You wish sometimes you were blind

Well I wish that too.