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One hundred eighty minutes You couldn't even spare For something enjoyable On a wet summer night It's just a slight blow to my Already bruised ego I shrugged it off and ran free Without you by my side

Backwater

Nothing you do surprises me     Neither the good nor the bad Nowhere is where we are going     Now it's just a little sad Being in this relationship     To which there's no more to add Why do we still let it linger?     Who's using whom? Who's been had?

Over Jalfrezi

It seemed you did not respect me
when all I got was your silence
Three days later you confirmed it
when you denied my existence

For the first time I feel detached
I no longer crave your presence
What we have is falling apart
it's slowly losing its essence

Flame

My singed wings are proof     of how blind I've been Though maimed I still fly     I hover and wait for my scales shine when     dangerously close But now I can see     you are not the sun

Spare tyre

I could be of use but hardly in a year I could be taken out to gain space for your gear I could be toyed with rolled around with a stick I could lie here waiting   in the dark     riding the bumps       slowly rotting away         wishing I'm in a riot           out in the street             burning

Manhole

How many times do you need to fall face down before walking around that bitch of a ditch? The first time we can consider a mistake but you did it again so I say for your sake It has been too long you ought to have learnt true love, unlike pity can never be earned.

Refrak

Attention, like light though bright and cheery when focused to a dot singes skin easily In the end it bothers even the most patient or makes the recipient take the giver for granted