Supernatural poetry, I own only my own words or at least the order in which I choose to put them.
Keeping secrets is bad, as is lying… it all ends badly. Based around Season 4 but has no major spoilers.
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Like a house of cards we fall
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Ask me no questions
I'll tell you no lies
I'll whisper no untruths
And pretend its all alright
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You show me yours
And I'll show you mine
All the bodies in the closet
Turn to dust over time
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We'll dance around secrets
We'll play ignorant
The little white lies
To hide the fact that we can't-
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Can't own up to our doubts
Won't admit to our failings
While we each burn inside
Each slowly derailing
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The demons that chase us
Are of our own makings
The shadows in the mirror
The nightmares 'fore waking
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But to say it out loud
To spill all our pain
To dredge it all up
Like some ball and chain-
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It wouldn't take it all back
Wouldn't change what's been done
Wouldn't stop me from thinking
That Hell's already won.
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