Back there again
to that moment
to that time.
When skies are blue and roses are red,
when happiness was mine.
But you haunt me down in dreams.
Wasn't reality enough?
When the lines of waking and sleeping
are blurred,
you know i was never that tough.
When songs can make me break down and cry
plucking right at the heartstrings
strumming my pain with their fingers
how could they know what to sing?
i laugh, i smile and walk around
life goes on indeed.
But the dull aching pain of a cut inside
it never seem to cease.
How simple things in everyday life
could bring me back there again
and the wound i plastered so many times
would be scraped open
left to bleed.
"Back there again" by E.Y
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