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Four Years On.

calamansourjah

I never planned on getting this far,

There was a day etched out to end.

But hey look at me now,

In the battle of the pretend.

It’s been four years since I heard your voice and even more since I cared to hear it,

I wish I could go back to when I wanted more,

When the stage was lit for my arrival and I couldn’t wait to turn up for you.

Gone but not forgotten, throw the rose on the dirt,

And bury the feeling you should’ve done more.

The sun will be rising soon and then you’ll be sorry for what you did.

But you didn’t know love and you still don’t know me

And I can’t wait to escape through the cracks in your windowsill.

Off I go into the clouds, I hope the reception here is better,

I can’t help but wonder about you now.

The shivers that convince you home is near.

The whispers at the back of your throat, making you aware,

Let’s raise a glass and chug it down, they can be quiet for now.

The cold was good it meant you felt something real,

The numb sensations you wished would return

They were pulling me down, I had to leave them behind.

I said goodbye, but the grip on my wrist tightened.

You see, I never planned on getting this far,

There was a day etched out to end.

But hey look at me now,

In this ongoing battle of the pretend.

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