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I Got Hit

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How many times are we to
do this to each other?
How many wars do we have to survive
before we stop being on the defense?

I'm not you're enemy
I've been walking with my head down
Shield at the ready,
I know you'll strike with a crushind blow...
You always do.

I feel like my world
has been subjected...
I keep getting it all, then watching it fall.
And somehow, you leave me there, neglected.

We have magic..
so much passion.
But your fears make you blind,
to what is standing right in front of you.
And you're risking her like a gamble for happiness, because of a possibility.

We keep trying...
and we can only for so long,
before we're left as shells
and there's no energy left.

I wish you just came to me
instead of letting me be the last to know
when something scares you,
when you make a mistake.
Isn't that what I'm here for?

So now, how can I trust you?
You chose lust,the moment right after,
you let me walk away...
You didn't even wait.

You gave in...
lead me to believe you didn't.

Now I'm under attack...
it's World War III.
Running, but there's no place for cover.
I see you coming, but there's no place to run to.
Like waiting for destiny to catch up to you.
Or waiting for your heart to break.
I'm singled out. I'm the target.
My shield has worn thin...
and then...
I got hit.




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