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I Don’t Want to Know

I don’t know if you ever betrayed my trust
I don’t know if I ever want to know There’s comfort in the unknown
There’s solitude in what I want to believe
I don’t want to know

I don’t want to know how I wanted to believe
How I wanted to believe that I wasn’t a fool
I don’t want to be a fool that trusted you
I don’t want to be the fool that lost you
I don’t want to be a fool
I don’t want to remember how much I needed to let you go
I don’t want to know

I saw you after and you looked so happy
That smile you wore was never for me
How could I even ask you to try again?
Ask you to lose that wonderful smile
I was glad you were so happy
I wanted you to be happy
I just wanted you to be happy with me
I wanted to be able to let you go
I didn’t want to know
I don’t want to know

You emptied my heart of desire for anyone but you
You showed me the truth of faith and the beauty in simplicity
I abandoned you for uncertainty and suspicion
I ran away
I didn’t know
I didn’t understand
I let go of your hand
But never let you know I still held it through the night
Until the breaking light of dawn
The light that will always be a reminder of what
I don’t want to know

I still loved you
I will always still love you

I didn’t want you to know
I don’t want you to know
I don’t want to know


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Affinity

Energy traveling through the vast expanse
Knowing what lay hidden
What needs to stay hidden
Stringed along in theory
Loss of trust mentality
Desire becomes the fantasy
For losing all integrity
All for nothing if nothing more
Than the affinity.

There was no other way
Or none to be known of that day
Point of contact termination
No means for explanation
Rules laid out in damnation
Loss of salvation
Emotional degradation
Affinity negation
No more games to play
Nothing more to say


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Color Me Unimpressed

I thought you were out of my league
I never expected to be stabbed in the back
I didn’t know how painful the twist of a cheating knife could be.

Viewed from the distance so many times
I swore that would never be me
I would never be so naive
But you stole my heart without my paying heed
And ripped out my soul
Ripped it out and laid it to waste
The betrayal and deceit left me cold
Wondering if I could ever open the gates again

I thought you were out of my league
Though memories may drift my heart will never go back
To the twist of a knife and.your night of ecstasy

Maybe I see it things as too black and white
Maybe I should have expected nothing less
I will forever keep a safe distance and do what is right
Wanting but not wanting
Color me unimpressed


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Questions 4 and 6

Were you ready to leave or did I throw us away?
If I’d asked you about it would I have believed you anyway?
Questions I ponder every day

Does that little diamond still sparkle in your eyes?
If I asked you today, would you tell the truth or feed me lies?
Questions I try to analyze.

Do you know what you meant to me?
Do you realize what you helped me see?
Is what you meant to me ever what I meant to you?
Did I throw away a heart that was true?

Did you know I gave up all of my soul and my heart?
Did you know it’s what I felt inside right from the very start?
Questions that tear my soul apart.

Waiting Anyway

Waiting patiently for the phone to ring
Waiting for what I know will never happen
Waiting anyway

In the dead of the night
I’m all alone with nothing but my thoughts
There’s no meaning to what’s left over
It’s gone forever and I know it
It’s gone forever
Move on
Easier said than done
I made my bed and now I lie in it
Find a tissue and cry in it
Then get over it
And move on
Easier said than done
When I’m waiting patiently
For the phone to ring
Waiting for what I know will never happen
I’ll wait anyway

If there’s the slightest shred of hope
The smallest inkling of possibility
I have to wait and see
It could happen eventually
Throw a drowning man a rope

Waiting patiently for the phone to ring
Even though I know there’s no possibility
I still need to believe there’s a chance

Just the slightest chance


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The Yesterday I Threw Away

I remember it all like it was yesterday
The yesterday I threw away
I remember the friendship that grew into so much more
I remember how I felt when you opened the door
I remember my betrayal to her
I remember my deceit
I remember her emotional frailty
I remember your strength
I remember knowing you would carry on and survive
I remember thinking she would not
I remember the decision that had to be made
The yesterday I threw away
I remember turning left instead of right
I remember making love with you that night
I remember my betrayal to her
I remember the next morning
I remember saying goodbye to you
I remember how I felt when I closed the door
I remember it all like it was yesterday
The yesterday I threw away


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Sorry

I’m sorry that I couldn’t find a way to forgive you when you made a mistake
I was wrong
I was impulsive
I was a fool

I’m sorry for blindsiding you like I did even though you were already gone
It was cold
It was callous
It was cruel

But it’s too late now to say I’m sorry
So instead I’ll just say let’s be friends
I hope that’s where the story ends

I’m sorry that I didn’t try harder to talk to you and try to work things out
I was scared
I was jaded
I was isolated

I’m sorry I could find no other way but to stay so far off in the distance
My thoughts confused
My heart bemused
My dreams overrated

Sometimes it’s too late to say you’re sorry
So instead you just say let’s be friends
And hope that’s where the story ends


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