Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Defeated.

Sat in the corner hiding from the light
Trying to keep silent, still and out of sight
Licking my wounds and nursing my pride
Cover the face of ugliness inside

I hear your voice clearly, repeating those words
Words left unspoken and words left unheard
Anguish and torment rips at my core
The devil and angel are keeping my score

It wasn't you, it was me all along
Refused to confess all I've done wrong
Now I must sleep in this bed I have made
If I repented, would you have stayed?

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