I don’t recall never really loving you,
it still stings to have the stone tongue.
A walk, a call,
a feeling that never subsides,
a sting across the face,
never really hurts as much as when it’s yours.
Silver walking, it is nothing,
appropriate for what you came for,
nothing lasts so long as I can break it,
and it’s the realization that I’m in the wrong.
It hits softly,
mind is breaking its insides,
irate calls,
it’s exactly where it wants it to be,
it still stings to think that,
I can never change,
but I’m exactly where I want to be.
A walk, a call,
a feeling that never subsides,
a sting across the face,
never really hurts as much as when it’s mine.
It hurts to have the stone heart.
I don’t recall never really loving you,
it still stings to have the stone tongue.

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