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We Never Said Goodbye

I’ll keep it in my pocket for the rest of my life
You can’t see it in the daylight
But at night it cuts me like a knife

You did this to me
You helped make me who I am
Yes, you did this to me
Because you never asked me why
And we never said goodbye
No, we never said goodbye

The goal was a simple when darkness touched light
Cut through the fog with a dull knife
Take all the time to do it right

You did this to me
You helped make me who I am
Yes, you did this to me
Because you never asked me why
And we never said goodbye
No, we never said goodbye

Why did you never ask me why?
Because you already knew the answer

You did this to me
You helped make me who I am
Yes, you did this to me
Because you never asked me why
And we never said goodbye
No, we never said goodbye

Goodbye


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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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When You Still Cared

Deep in the chasms of my soul a memory burns as bright as a gaslight
A memory of what guides me through the still of the darkest night
Though you did me wrong
Wherever my heart may wander
I will think of what we once had and do what I know is right

In memory of what we once shared
Back when you still cared

You were beyond my expectations of what I deserved in my life
Then you cut out my heart with deception of a red-hot knife
Because you did me wrong
I know I need to do better
I will remember what we once had
It will forever guide my life

A memory of what we once shared
Back when you still cared

Temporary Fantasy

Sometimes I can’t help but thinking of the past
I try not to but it rears its head, time and time again

It’s lovely
It’s ugly
I’m regretful
I’m thankful

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why life flies by so fast
Drifting out of sight like puddles absorbing the rain

I hesitate
I accelerate
It’s memorable
But I’m forgetful.

Sometimes my heart drifts away to scenes not meant to last
Floating on decisions from which I can never refrain.

Temporary fantasy?
Maybe a reality
Singing an age old song
Hope I don’t get it wrong


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I thank thee

​I can’t say it’s been a perfect journey
Or that I’ve led the perfect life
But I can’t help but believe in perfect timing and divine intervention
Leading me to where I belong
With perfect family and perfect friends
And of course, the perfect wife
Making me forever gaze in wild wonder into the eyes of devotion
Helping me to sing my song
Knowing there’s a means to the ends

Thank you God for the life and opportunity you have bestowed me
I thank thee
I thank thee
I thank thee


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Too Stupid

What are you thinking?
Don’t tell me what you’re thinking
Why should I care?
I’m too stupid to not care
Don’t think of it as a blank stare
I’m just not blinking
Because the nothing left inside
Is all I have to share

Alone
The past comes back to haunt
All alone
Memories tease and taunt
Alone
Needing to look so strong
All alone
Afraid of getting it wrong

I don’t want to be alone

What was I dreaming?
I want to stop the dreaming
Don’t think I don’t care
I’m too stupid not to care
Don’t want to be misunderstood
There can be no meaning
Because with everything to lose
There’s nothing left to share

Alone
Buned to ash and dust
All alone
Doing what I must
Alone
Not wanting them to stare
All alone
Wondering why I still care

I don’t want to die alone


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Inner Sanctum

There’s a door to the sanctum where inspiration is bled from me
It used to be easy to find
Even when there wasn’t a sign
But now it lies buried in distant memories
Of days past that shall never be
Again

There’s a longing in my heart where emotion once roamed free
It may never live there again
Except in deep desperation
And uncovered in the darkest of times
But the desirous will never see
Inside

There’s a chasm inside my soul where temptation used to be
It’s hidden by a dark gray line
Buried in the depths of time
With remnants of what has forever been lost
And what is for all eternity meant to be
Denied


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