Fat

"The Special Two"

I've hardly been outside my room in days,

'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.

The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,

And it's then I realize the conscience never fades.

When you're young you have this image of your life:

That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.

And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,

And if you happen to you wake completely lost.

But I will fight for you, be sure that

I will fight until we're the special two once again.

And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,

Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,

When we were the special two.

And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,

These arms will not be taught to need another,

'Cause we were the special two.

I remember someone old once said to me:

"Lies will lock you up with truth the only key."

But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,

And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.

So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?

Well

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