it's 1 am
and i'm running through the rain
to be in your arms
15 minutes later
and i'm at your doorstep
being welcomed by bloodshot eyes
and the stench of stale cigarettes
seeping from your soft lips
the lips i used to kiss
(the lips that used to kiss me back, in fact)
and now i stare
upon a strangers face
begging for my lover
to come back to me
where are you beneath that innocent mask?
those sentimental eyes
are merely a disguise
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