Rhys Evans - Sober Conversations

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Well I talked in sober conversations Still finding explanations The fire that once burned in my head was in front of me Smell of smoke stuck on my clothes Evoking times of me throwing stones The fairy lights remind me of fourteen Let me look away Let me feel guilt, let me feel shame And I fucking hate eye contact But doesn’t feel the same As it used to Through all these years I can say my heart will keep on beating As much as I wish it could stop forever more Life isn’t right when I’m the only one speaking Sing to these walls that have heard every word I’ve wrote before About you
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