05 Pencilled in the Memory

Many words written hastily without a second thought
Cheap words in a war of love between different men
The cause long since forgotten beneath the poetry
Running because the other pushed
Broken because he cared
Trying to save face and maintain a living lie

Self confessed that neither stand perfect
Not realising or understanding the life in their hands
It’s pencilled in the memory
Engraved in their hearts

Did you mean it when you hit me?
Did you mean it when you said that?
Did we go to far? Did we cross the line?

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