Naive

  • My dead misery pours out,
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  • these eyes, bloodshot, my lips pout
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  • Empty of love, feeling and meaning
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  • What is a life to live like this?
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  • Captivated, the twirl of your wine
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  • The picture she took of you it stings
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  • But why? The smug look on your face?
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  • How and why does it trigger me?
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  • And in the end its all comedic
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  • A quick laugh and you won't feel it
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  • You wonder how in life this happens
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  • Maybe I am too naive
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  • The experience on the other side, too strange it seems
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  • It's not enough for you to kiss me in the morning
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  • Because its bereft of any substance 
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  • my pondering room I escape 
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  • to friends, interactions that help me forget

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