While I was busy trying to build us up
Trying to keep it together
You were busy bringing me down
Tearing us apart.
The sad truth is
I was always willing to give you another chance
Always open with my bleeding heart
Welcoming you back with hands tied to my back
Chocking on your love –
No, I never learned
That the very thing that destroyed me
Could never be my remedy
It could never be what heals me.
See
Knowing the truth
And living the truth
Are two different things –
I knew the truth
But kuna kaujinga kaliniambia
Maybe you would change
Joke was on me.
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Inspired by random tweets and honest conversations.
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