shut the door

shut the door

or i might come back to you once more

edit your words

because you never know what i have heard

hold your breath

i don't suppose you have any air left?

keep fishing

because then all you have is wishing

you had never done those things you did

seemingly worst deeds i forbid

trust was lost

and you were the cost

Author's Notes/Comments: 

ed wearing thin on me

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