Laying here in the dark, it's another night sleep eludes me. Memories play in my mind, like an old movie I'd rather not see. Scene after scene unfolds in my mind, sweet memories of happier days. Days when I was blinded by love, before I learned your real ways. Days before my eyes were opened to the person you really are inside, days before I realized how often were the times you had lied. Sometimes I can't help but wish my eyes were not opened so wide, and I could have kept my illusions, kept believing you were good inside. How I wish I could close my eyes and pretend you are who I need you to be, but when the eyes are finally opened there's no choice but to really see. |
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