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Unfaithful
Disclaimer: I’m to poor to own anything.
His hands trace the ivory colored keys. Relaxing as his fingers began gliding from black to ivory, then ivory to black.
Her bronze hair hiding her features, she clutched the soft material of her gown as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Story of my life, Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me, Sorrow in my soul
'cause it seems that wrong, really loves my company
Her lip quivering, she fell to her knees, hugging the leg of the black wood piano bench.
His hand fell upon her hair, brushing it back. He looked away from the sheet music, kneeling down beside her.
He's more than a man and this is more than love,
the reason that this sky is blue, the clouds are rolling in
because I'm gone again and to him I just can't be true…
His arms wrap around her, as if he didn’t know. As if he didn’t know, that she was in love with another. His other side.
She wiped away her tears, smiled weakly, and pushed away from him.
and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
He looked at her, then looked at his hands. Slamming his fist against the leather cushioned bench, sending it flying across the stage.
She flinched, and turned away.
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer
Her voice echoed across the empty hall, “I’m sorry…”
He felt a heavy feeling in his chest. He stood, and walked away, leaving her to her self pity.
Our Love, His Trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore…
She watched as he walked further away, out of her life, and into the shadows… forever gone from her life…