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Another heartbreak,

another mess.

emotions lost in translation

I cant hear you

or is it you cant hear me

behind that glass wall

you keep putting me.

You think youre so untouchable

Drowning out my pain

as if it wasnt your fault

and the blame is all mine too.

I guess theres no reaching you

the perfect piece off the wrong puzzle.

Or is that me? 

I guess youre claiming the rest too

As if i'd be nothing with out you

But the tide rolled in and out

it turns out

im nothing but fucked up with you.

Is it lonely there?

in your self serving glass house?

The one where my rent is a costly amount

of dignity and sanity.

the future i had in my grasp,

i gave up so willingly on a rescue

has me playing the victim,

a role i never cherrished or intended.

The script has been written

The dire twist is about to befall

Hovering over our heads

an executioner's sword,

but just like that,

that look,

that sincerity

makes it all ok

I am ready to screw over again. 

Well played...