Sting On The Belly

When they lay down I'm still awake
Face to face. Thrown on my face
Every sweet memory, each bitter illusion.
It's here yet.
I'm still blaming them, for everything they're not guilty by.
I can't even look, it burns my eyes and my heart.

I wish I didn't regret,
Sometimes I wish I was like you.

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