Passive Tired tones of black and white I give up, you're always right. Every word from off my tongue Beaten down, tortured, hung. Apologies are signs you've lost Wounds left open, 'T's uncrossed. With every war I've failed to fight Begging souls have hopeless nights. I'm not the type to up and run Love is easier said than done. Weeks drag on with swallowed strife Months to years, years to #life. An "I do" late to turn back now Stilled by sin, Lord take a bow. Never thought odd years ago I'd lead this #life of tempered woe. Warn the young before too late That sometimes love has no escape.
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