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I could burn this house down with my tears
Watch as I laugh nervously
At the fact of the wasted year
That I lost, certainly.
It’s too bad it worked out this way
I could have loved with all of my being
But I wouldn’t mold like clay
Or shut off my feelings.
This warm air between us
Is suffocating my lungs
With all the things we can’t discuss,
Is left unspoken on our tongues.