Foiled

Ive been sneaking glances and writing lines about you
What you think you can take back are the things that are going to haunt you.
My thoughts are just a little sun burnt
Dismantle all that ever was, strip it down;
Withdraw the blood, something going to break real soon,
Who’s covering whose eyes
Im pretty sure that im lost again
And wont get through to you
I wont get through
I think I wont get through

This is the end of rotting away
Of keeping it in

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