Warden

That name's still like a prayer
every time it passes your lips
How can it possibly be fair
for your words to cut me like whips

You must know how I feel
my  love for you  is impossible to hide
but like a poorly  made meal
I am  politely pushed aside

Like the fool I am I'll wait
content just to be with you
perhaps it won't be too late
when you decide to start anew

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