Shipwrecked
Little to live for; when tears fall like rain
I’ve been left in the back yard; tied by a chain.
Love turned to habit; it controls what I do?
And when logic is fleeting; does that make me a fool.
The man with the bible; he judges her bad;
But she was the best friend; that I ever had.
Living life as a prisoner; behind a closed gate;
Reaction to action; does love precede hate?
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