Ain’t Worth It

I’m stuck in the promise of your dawn
Heard the midnight bell toll
but music to me is the sound of your voice, whispers of sweet nothings never sounded better
I believed because I must, an injustice from ‘stupid-cupid’
Danced to this tune devouring the g-clefs and got drunk on the orchestra of lies
Knew thy being like being naked was running ‘out of stock’
Half asleep but believing I’m awake!
Now dawn approaches: its long fingers cast light on all shadows
Doomed to oblivion, a case of classic rejection
I push u now to the periphery of existence
Almost a fleeting memory
Sunshine has never felt this good!


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