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KO. He knocked me out.
Again and again while the people shout.
They warned me, you know?
But I didn't see it coming.
First hit to the jaw, simply just stunning.
And they roar! The crowds!
Let's have it again,
We're still in the ring,
But we've gone round the bend.
And I couldn't defend myself
From the blows he fired out.
The fires of this love
Just didn't want to go out.
He extinguished the memories,
That we perfectly had.
He lost the plot,
And it all just went bad.
And for all those rogue punches,
That punctured my space,
Was his own self destruction
With the demons he must face.
Do I treat you like a splinter...
Or a splendid wonderland?
Do I let you under my skin,
Or will I ever understand?
Do I wrap myself in this blanket
And thank it, for its warmth?
Or do I get buried by the blizzard
And snowed in by my thoughts?
Do I become evermore restless,
Or do I rest in your stillness.
Do I take time to recharge,
Or just indulge in some illness?
Do I treat you like a prison,
Or take you as a retreat?
Do I let my toes get cold,
Or will I finally find my feet?
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