Hide and Seek was easily said, than done
Conceding to your little precaution
As I discreetly tucked in my melancholy
Your resonating confession of verses
Stole at my pulse, ripped my ribs
I feel my breath gradually being tied
I will leave you right at this spot
Please do not follow me, or I will fold
The alcohol bottles trail all over you
Carbon suspension pokes at my eyes
I’m tired, I love you but
My gum is out of mint, I have to go
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