Lines of communication
Have become quite found
Back and forth our game will go
While neither makes a sound
I do not know your strategy
I try in vain to find
I'm a victim of "such circumstances"
Or the truth behind your lies
Perhaps we know the reason
There words are how we cope
When faced with the reality
There is no hope
But I will continue
To spin these words to you
Around, around our lines will go
Until we find whats true.....
"Stay Sole-Phresh, Stay Fly, Until Next Time...Goodbye" -Ace-
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