Gain

warmed by the fire
thrown into a tempest
not meaning to be caught
in this puzzled game

manipulating and planning
fighting to get out
becoming bitter and estranged
pretending its all the same

she never knew she'd be alone
never guessed she'd hurt like this

starting to walk the path
frailties bow and shrivel
avoiding human touch
deserting the past

bearing illusions
masks of kindness
hiding a contorted
face underneath

she never knew she'd be alone
never guessed she'd hurt like this

burying consciences and hopes
gaze slowly turned red
acting as a lifeless doll
pulled on strings of greed

noone can touch the heart
see through the eyes
let the warmth come in
the pretense to drop

i never knew i'd be alone
never guess i'd hurt like this

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