what is this thing between me and you
it hits like a brick and ends in a blue
far, far away the sun will shine
in a place that is not yet mine
in this place there is no pain
just a surrogate we call stains
soon, oh soon to be
what is this thing between you and me
it swallows us all, down inside
i only hope it wont take your sheltered pride
in this place that has no name
i cant remember our forgotten shame.
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