We're All Thinking It

a little bit more

or life to explore

sore, on the door like a broken hinge

we all cling on to hopes of winning

anything that comes our way

the life we want just a mile away

so hard I can't say, not just today,

tomorrow.



flip a coin is our chance of making it there.

where? into your arms with care

and swear you'll never leave me where?

alone, stripped to the bone,

girls cloned: PLAYERS.

layers of betrayal

and wasted years

of lies intruding my ears

protruding my fears.

entertaining my clear

alibi.



you ruin my life

take my disguise

live my lies

all I do is try try try

try your heart for fit

find my part of it

turn the lights off

dark then lit.

without a hit, you slip

down your pile of skeletons

the ones you claim to be gone

won. your prize for your games

of stolen fame,

your lame days of when you came

or became what you claim

to be the same

of what I call love.





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