You Should Have Staid
You're nothing more than a song
or a crude sculpture that i made
I made you into something beautiful
but you're not
I handcrafted this illusion
a pitiful scheme in love
a lie upon a story
covering up a truth I had forgot
I painted you a picture
a gallery of lies and desire
all this art fleshed out in nothing
even their beauty had no chance in your fire
You were my sun shining through the rain
my placebo to fight back the endless pain
You were my Christmas in the coldest Winter
But now I see what I wouldn't remember
It's true that I'm nothing more than a spineless coward
too much heart to feel impowered
So I guess I hid you away
I made you into something not real so you would stay
I hate to ran on my parade
but even now I wish you had staid
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