21 December 2012
You lied again and again and again.
You said you wanted no sympathy.
But your words are just like mine.
And it's not that you're far from home,
And your beggars hymn is worth nothing,
But that I have no such way of fitting in
To a compressed mold like that.
Yes I can prove I am yours again and again and again.
But only, yes, only if you prove it's what you desire.
Aren't those the words you spoke 5 months and 3 days ago?
Who lied then?
The Dust For Diamonds. • Opuss № I