brush by me
but dont brush me by
you hurt tonight, not stinging
but stabbing
but i found my hiding place
in the disgrace of cynicism
and everytime you touch
and everytime you face
all i know is how much these walls have grown
and the ivy of solitude has become a needed companion
i've never known how bitter that wall is
green and overgrown
but i only discovered the thorns
when you pulled away

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