Lonely Left

Mourning the days that were
Morning, he says to her.
Does he mean it

Like she screamed it?
You’ll never know
You had to go.

Away from me…
My real fakeness,
I can’t take this!

Shaking is my lonely left hand
Breaking hearts we won’t understand
It wasn’t planned
We’re doomed, we’re damned —

I should have told you before
I only hold you, a whore.
I wash my own tears ashore
Dirtying your conscience in the process.
I have a love for you I could never confess.

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