Implore me
explore me
soak me up like a sponge
I am the pariah
the martyr
that forgotten song
we sing when we're dying
our hearts scream the symphony
silently appealing
to any God that will listen
hear me holler
yell and bother
to explain the unexplained
trapped in a cave
you want the comfort that you cannot afford
I cannot fix you
I cannot save you
you're lost without me
and I'm whole without you
but maybe one day
when my hair is gray
I'll have the guts to say
I loved you once
when you were innocent
when lies didn't spew out of your mouth
were you lying from the beginning?
Question marks the spot.
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