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Gone

Here I lay
and wonder why you went away
I know I’m shy
But you’ve made my heart cry
The phone is silent
as the clock continues it’s Riot
my hopes were raised
and now I look through the haze
were my lips like fire
was I a liar
was it something I said
as we lay on your bed
I thought it was going well
But it was too early to tell
I feel cheap
Because you never intended to keep
I fell into a trap
like the sirens grasp
I never read
what was in your head
It Began to rain
Brought on By the pain
I play it cool
But I’m the fool
am I meant to be alone,
In this life in which I roam?



2001

Steve Inman


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