There is no need for words.
The silence says more than a thousand books.
Anger, resentment, hatred.
I can see it in your eyes.
I can feel it in my bones.
Waiting for you to break before I do.
This is a game we play far too well,
And far too often.
How can so little say so much.
Why does the quiet define us?
When will it end?
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Push, pull, push, pull. It is what you want. Who are you trying to fool. Push, pull, push, pull. All I want is your love, though I know I look too cool. In, out, in, out.
Cradled in your arms. It's here I feel most safe. But then you pushed me away. As if in disgrace. Although we came back together, And we tangoed for a while. Getting reacquainted...
#movement. Too close for comfort. That's what we are. Beneath the skin games. That don't get us far. We take it to limits. That no-one dare go. It's all sugar coated. And no-one must know.
200 years have been Since you've talked Yeah, that's how it feels That's how it feels I know we've not been around But there's a phone in every corner here Yeah, you don't miss me Fine. Alright.
You're drunk again aren't you. No need to reply with a lie. I can tell by the way you're acting... And the way that you try It on. You know I don't feel the same.
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