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Love is not to be silent or ignored,
but to be heard, and seen
eventhough there are things
which are left unspoken
and turning a blind eye
because you already know,
caught up in the spiders web.
The air was always icecold
without emotions at all,
trapped in a formal marriage,
holdin' a broken family
together after a divorce..
tryin' to make things work,
but they truly never did,
I was a sidetrack to it, a lover,
but only halfways through
pushin' me away when I was
holdin' her through the tears -
cuz' it's not a perhaps, maybe
it's the song "I love you too"
and dancin' with your partner.
oh' I was tellin' her happiness
it wasn't wealth or things,
and her eyes lit up with a glow,
it was that time - remember:
it was to be with a friend,
it was her children, it was life,
the music and a glass of wine.
And now I have to go somewhere
to elsewhere, to anywhere
because the dream was shattered
by a mustang and a violin,
like a glass swan on a high note
at a concert with too much
of in-cognitive dissonance.
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