Tasteless beer and empty eyes

I recall looking in her eyes

deep green wells avoiding mines

I sipped from my cold tasteless cup;

she's started wearing makeup and hiding freckles,

maybe I should too, to cover all my lies;

she was a damnation in disguise.

And now I stare down as I talk, 

it's a shock, I feel numb as I sleepwalk;

the way he makes her laugh

copper hair behind her ear

but my heart filled with fear.

Shed a tear, now everything's clear

and the atmosphere gets cold

as the beer I was drinking before;

she is the girl I shouldn't have fallen for.

 

 

 

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