Saturday, February 23, 2013

where are you now?



It came to the end, it seems you had heard
As we walked the city streets you never said a word.
When we finally sat down, your eyes were full of spite.
I was desperate, I was weak, 
I could not put up a fight.

But where are you now? Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me?
In the quiet? In the crowd?

You were strangely less in pain than you were cold.
Triumphant in your mind of the logic that you hold.
You said no one would ever know
The love that we had shared.
As I took my leave to go, it was clear you didn't care.

Where are you now? Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me?
In the quiet? In the crowd?

And I hear of your coming and your going in the town.
I hear stories of your smile,
I hear stories of your frown.

And the darkness can descend, we can relish all the pain.
But I know that's what you love, 'cause you know I love the same.

But where are you now? Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me?
In the quiet? In the crowd?


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