Sunday

Defeated

My hair is a mess
My makeup skewed.
Everytime I look in the mirror
All I see is you.

Change straight into my bathrobes
Don’t answer my door.
They got my hints eventually
Milkman leaves the bills outside on the floor.

Shine a light into my eyes
And I’m sure that you will see
Scarred forever on my retina
Is a clear image of how you used to be.

My hands search for yours in empty air
Always reminded, there’s no-one there.
Have got that song stuck on repeat
I’ve given up, they’ve won.
I accept my defeat.

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