COLD COMFORT...

I wonder if you'd see it in my eyes...
The cold comfort in which you despise...

Certaintly I could be crueler...
But then you've never been cooler...

Must I argue with unseen forces...
Emotions split in forseen divorces...

I want to crumble in your arms...
Yet I've reason for alarm...

I didn't think you'd lie to me...
Still the voices won't leave me be...

Doubt can only hide so long...
Constantly screeching its song...

So I wonder if you'd see it in my eyes...
The cold comfort in which I despise...



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