This Secret We Keep

I think I hear a bird chirping But there's no life hereIt's eerie, eerie, eerie.

 

There’s a murk in that mist

Those beams just can’t quite make it through

I fell for your tricks again.

I fell for you.

There’s a smirk in that mist.

But it’s not yours or mine

It’s the water.

It’s the air.

They knew it would never be fair.

They just waited for it all to crack.

They felt the light we lack.

I think I hear a bird chirping

But there’s no life here

Like a string broken on a guitar.

Flat. Flat…

The mist is laden with tears

They will go on for years and years

They’re not yours or mine.

We’ll be fine.

They’re hers.

This secret we keep

Will inevitably make her weep.

(c) Slumpless

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