like sand through fingers
taken with a grain of salt
even those not capable of love
can end up with broken hearts
words passed across an otherwise empty table
it was all in good fun
that hurt. hurts. is hurting. present tense
too bad i'm not the one holding on to the past
because i'm the one who can tell the difference
all the confusion in the world
couldn't muddle that line
stuck in the past living in the present
dim future. too bad.
not feeding the drama, i'm not very good at pretending
and i don't have to so i won't
you cut me deeper than pretensed
so many mistakes and so many wishes
before something goes away and something comes true
be careful what you wish for.

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