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Warmth forgotten, wake up to a chill,

that was last Thursday yet still,

i fall asleep tonight knowing tomorrow i will,

wake up with lights out still to a chill,

hear every whisper now, improving my hearing,

fixing my GPS and improving my stearing,

keep on jeering, clapping and applauding,

until i hear her cheers i'll think it all appauling,

pissing in my ears like a stall in a bathroom,

until i walk out with no more gloom,

did i see you actually try? or simply pretend?

foreseeing the unknown, i knew it would end,

too good to be true, so i let her walk away,

why didn't she at least tell me instead of lead me astray?

for weeks i thought it was me, now i know it's true,

in the end the shining truth is i wasn't good enough for you.