It's not the power I want
But the passion only held in the eyes
Without my heart i'm nothing in this disguise
Nor does the strength of a thousandmen interest me if I cannot hold upself up to the critics
I match the cold stares of inaffection with a warm smile.
And relish the freedom I've achieved from believing in myself
We were't convincing them as lovers
We hid from judgement
Caves made from covers
Nobody could touch what we created between us
A fortress of looks behind the backs of our current affairs
I don't mind the way he runs his hand along your back
Spilling his drink down his throat and swearing loudly.
Because I'll see you later on when you're finished yelling and he's passed out
We weren't convincing them as lovers
-D
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