living a horrid lie
haunted by the regrettable past
yet wishing upon a star
for these tinted films of memories
to come back once more
phrases hanging by bait
memories drowning me at a faster rate
think of a better excuse
than to love behind bars
hugging each second close by
as if it’d be my own son or daughter
‘cause with those times
it was never dry
except the days I faltered
eating up every lie
gulping every ounce of alcohol
let this feeling go all dry
yet it’d never be possible
on the day
I wrote
Not Yet to say Goodbye
Wishing life wouldn’t be this kind of
lie
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