I try to push the colours through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
Too different to be complete,
We couldn’t make the puzzle fit
Too wounded by past defeats,
And too afraid to let eachother in
I don’t know you,you don’t know me
Never revealing our trueselves
We say we don’t want to loose it all
But we can’t go back to how we were,
Cause we were making each day a war
Sick together but destitute when apart
I’ve got the scars from tomorrow
Maybe if we met under a different sky,
Maybe things would be better between you&i
But it would be too much for us to bare
It’s better if we just let it go
_.duncan _