A slight urge to call you
In the middle of the night
Your sight has set me on fire but it's warmth without delight
Since you were mine during that time
The state you left me in felt strange for I was denied
I find myself so blind
But I didn't mind
I remember the whispers, your 'sirens-advise'
They brought a smile to your face that never reached your eyes
When I took the fall and I was nursing my pride
You felt great you’d left me 'dead' and denied
I find myself so blind
But I didn't mind
Defeat is my greatest triumph
Apologies are not due
The clues you've left me
Girl I wonder, did you know I knew that I'd be fine
Cause I didn't mind

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