Living Life on Repeat

August 10, 2011
By Lee Frank BRONZE, Omro, Wisconsin
Lee Frank BRONZE, Omro, Wisconsin
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The curtain falls
Beside us now.
The show is over.
For you, anyhow.
I take my place,
Where I "should" be.
Your hand's so cold
Touching me,
Touching me.

It's all happening again.
It's no use trying to pretend
that I'm not here
and you're not there,
and your hands aren't everywhere,
and it's not happening again.

I guess I'll say
it was my fault.
I didn't say no
after all.
I feel this way
because of me.
I didn't think
about me.
I forgot about me.

It's all happening again.
It's no use trying to pretend
that I'm not here
and you're not there
and your hands aren't everywhere,
and it's not happening again.

I still cry in the
middle of the night.
And it's all my fault.
Still shrink away from
any touch.
And it's all my fault.
When I look in the mirror
all I see is a traitor.
And it's all my fault.

It's all happening again.
It's no use trying to pretend
I'll see a different scene
'cause I can't change a thing.
But I'll never let it happen again.


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May 3rd, 2010

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