You say you only write sad songs
people like to hear.
You say they are not about you.
Hey as i walk on by
appearing to be just fine
and dandy that's how it seems
maybe if you took a layer off,
the thorn would burst between the velvet petals.
you didn't see it coming;
now it's too late.
You've become part of this melody.
Entranced by the pulls in each direction.
I wonder if you'll write a song about that.
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