Crashintome
Haze
Could see your values poking through the haze
But you were deceitful even to your own
It's a sad story, an angry write, tonight
if only because my mouth is so dry with chalky lips
And blistered fingers tips, make it so, so hard
to truly understand what's important to you
Was it worth it?
I'm left with nothing now
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