• She speaks, excited again.
    Not her voice that's hurting me now.
    She knows not, but he knows all,
    and is willing to let me slowly fall.
    Forgiveness given time and time again,
    he begs to believe then does it again.
    Trust and deceive, the cycle progresses,
    and only leaves a stream of broken messes.
    I can't move away, I can't stop the lie,
    I'm too far in, I can't even try.
    Both sides upset and driven by fear,
    of losing each other, themselves so near.
    One day he'll have to face the facts,
    and one day she'll have to go back.
    One day I'll have to learn to control my feelings,
    and let loose from my immoral being.
    Understanding known and forgotten,
    hidden by feelings so ruthless and rotten.
    We'll never part, we'll never cease,
    living in our own temporary relief.