No Cigar

I'm paralyzed in paraphrase, struggling to articulate
The appropriate statement, no sentiment
I'm close but no cigar

She's a dead end again
Bound by submission but too absent to listen
She's sat in the shower
With the doors locked, and the lights off
Does it put you at ease?

I saw living proof, that venus moves
And if it were down to me
I'd always be around to love her



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Writer(s): Tropic
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