There were good times and there were bad times
confusion and delusions
at first perfectly flawed
signs were shown from the beginning
but I refused to give up
full of hope and ideals
drunk on the idea of a unique love
tragically tainted
still I wouldn’t give up
all the battle scars worn for attack and defence
the truth fluctuated
both sides came and went
the well isn’t empty
it was never quite found
between the walls of our senses
tumbling down
open to start with
confessing our sin
but we poisoned each other
and reframed everything
the truth was mistaken and treated as lies
now we stand in this desert
all covered in flies
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