Left to premature devices
I tally all life’s prices
In the knowledge that by loving you
I hurt myself
Endless hours and days like snow ready for an avalanche amass
Whilst through my hands the emoticon of love pass
In the knowledge that by loving you
I hurt myself
On the train she steadies herself against inertia in your embrace
My skin flushes an unsightly red when I realize it’s not your face
In the knowledge that by loving you
I hurt myself
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