The On Going Broken
We stay away from a town i hold upon
Though it can't take me away
Because you are the difference
And I am the same
We seperate from the want we both crave
Whether I am the sound
And you of the horn
We can't shake away
Because I was once you and you never me
It became a take away
I am the used, you are the love
Never giving it up
Because once we give up then there's never trust
Though you were in lust
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