By Lila Li
You take my hand, the city grows alive
But we are dead, my dear, forget the night
Get out the car, we both know you can’t drive
While our world spins; the streetlights shine too bright
Now here lie all the times we used to love,
You don’t deserve my poems, nor my prose
And it’s not love but you that I’m sick of
Kissed someone else, my darling, as you dozed…
We’re broken glass, I can’t turn down this lane
Nor turn down secrets you told me alone
I wish you hated me, am I insane?
It’s too late now, I’m waiting by the phone
I couldn’t hold on, beg your soul to stay
Still I don’t love you, but I’m on my way
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