Oh there is such hatred in our hearts that all our finest phrases can't renounce. We're losing time and while we try and play our parts, all the while our childhood homes are burning down.
"Speak softly dear, and count your words."
But the screaming of sirens loud was all you heard.
You were me surest friend in fall,
so close I couldn't see you at all.
I might have known what would befall,
what with our fears and failing all.
"What do you see my dear?" I'd like to know,
but these callouses on my eyes formed long ago.
I know you're only passing blame,
because I'm passing just the same.
Beneath my smile lies such disdain,
that love is hardly what I claim.
Oh there is such hatred in our hearts that all our finest phrases can't renounce. We're losing time and while we try and play our parts, all the while our childhood homes are burning down.
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