Teaser

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The following are lyrics I've personally written for a cover. What that cover is, will only be shown after it has been finished. Thanks everyone, cheers!

I never thought you’d take me for granted,
seeing how we gave first glances
like a charity drive at the Salvation Army;
we were always a first-class party though.
You know, it was hardly the kind of thing
one can mistake over a plate of cake
and cups of tea every date we’d make.
But I suppose it was part of the romance we ate
in small doses. The closest we could ever get
were small smiles and communication
to say how we really feel;
was it ever real? It never seemed to be
no matter how many parties for two we’d do.
We’d drive through emotions and regret it soon after.
Laughter once had is lost in the sea of emotion.
When did all this become mere commotion,
a sight for passersby to whip their eyes at
as fast as the lies you’d whip out per contact
on a near daily basis?
I’d call racist with the way you’re acting
if it weren’t for the fact we’re both Asian.
No, don’t start, I’m just saying –
You’re killing whatever this is.

Can you please tell me what this is?

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