I wander through the snow
Uncertain where to go
She just kept screaming “I KNOW!”
How did she figure it out?
I learned to hide my pout
But some things you don’t have to shout
I’m sorry that I strayed
If only she had made
Attempts to show affection I’d have stayed
It’s hard to live a lie
And once the butterflies die
Frustration starts to pile high
Into drifts that grow
I wander through the snow
Uncertain where to go.
Are You Reading Me?
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