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Bury Me
Bury those lies deep
And hope no one realizes,
The facade you put on;
This mask in which you hide.
I know who you are—
Now nothing to me.
I hear your voice,
And your hand reaches for mine.
It turns out, I am no longer present;
But a figment of your imagination;
A restless soul who has since forgotten,
What love is; what love could be.
I can sense the discontentment;
The nights gone loveless,
Because you chose her over me;
I carried on, and you were left behind,
In a distant memory.
I may have killed for you,
And that love you claimed to me—
Your arms outstretched for me;
The man who stole my innocence.
No, not now;
There can no longer be us.
It is hidden in the past—
Beneath a layer of dust.
