Get Out

November 14, 2011
your face holds promises of forgotten lies
your hellos sound more like goodbyes
Do you see your reflection?
there is shards of glass in your eyes
I'm giving my all but you never try
Is there a point?
Is there an honest way out?
maybe we can see or maybe we can get the hell out

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