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battlefield

I've went to war with you since i've met you
The day I met you, I knew I'd been with you before,
The only difference is that you aged


Tears fall down my pale white cheeks
I've held a hand similar to yours just weaker
I’’d build an army to keep safe from your rotten fruit


I've kissed lips like yours just less experienced
Less soft and gentle

 


My battle knife is out ready to cut you open
Ready to seek revenge
Ready to tear you apart


Stuck in this prison of lies I hear your past cry
I've built tunnels to escape from your pits of hell
Thinking i will break free then you poll me back in

 


I will plow through  the rocks you built up to stop me from leaving
I will protect what's mine as I weep
I will finally walk out




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