I hear her voice from far, and I can't help it
I hide my eyes, pretend I haven't noticed
It feels better this way.
Having to hide my fear
Wanting to be
But afraid to really see
It doesn't help that I can't forget the past,
I've told and been told that never works
Yet still I pray to some hidden god
I pray to forget, and maybe be forgotten
I know which is worse,
Strangely not which is better
My ears can deceive me, and my eyes I can close
My thoughts still persuade me, my heart I keep open
The broken pieces being sewn back together
with threads made from past hurts
Is it even worth the pain?
I know what my heart is,
It can love with strength so pure
And hide with a hate too fierce.
Who am I to decide what is best for me?
Am I really supposed to know?
I don't think it matters,
What is best is what gets done.
Yet
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