Not with all these Secrets that We Keep We meet again, And I can’t even make myself look at you; Not with all these secrets that we keep. I know what you are, I know what you tried to do, And yet I must keep silent or I’ll lose even more than what I already have. So, there you are, Safe and comfortable upon your throne of lies, And no one else knows about the monster that lurks behind your eyes.
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