Close your eyes, but it won’t go away
The words in the air, dark and thick
like stains
I see you guessing, trying to mend your lies
Behind us both, doors slam on better
times
Our empty promises won’t fill a broken
cup
Yet we both pour in vain to reach the
top
We claw the walls, searching for a grip
Don’t hold your tongue if the words seem
to fit
From a distance, everything looks
beautiful
Until up close, you see the bruises and
the scars
You see the cover, the façade, the shimmering
shell
And the first glimpse of the pallid worm
writhing within
Yea, though I believe in light and I believe
in hope
And though I try to avoid pain the best
of times
I know that some things are broken
beyond repair
Like the broken china in the aftermath
So I guess this is where the line has to
be drawn
Not just a toe dragged across the sand
We should lay the pieces of our love to
rest
Like the broken china in the aftermath
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