Them

A shot by “them” heads straight to my heart

Punctured holes but still standing tall

A crack, a dent in day-to-day
But a force-fitted fix ought to be okay

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A shot by “them” heads straight to my heart
Punctured holes but still standing tall

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Your care of touch, understanding the errors
Yet scared of “them”, afraid to stand up

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People in “them” hold your tongue
Might’ve been disguised but it’s now in the open

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You laid out soft promises, yes to everything
Countless sorry and but really rubs it in

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New shots fired hit the old wounds hard
Harder to overlook, but I’m keeping it dark

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Words are spoken, BAU proceeds
Yet prominent darker themes persists

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More the time passes, the darker the scars
Standing tall still but aim is marked with darts

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