you kept your secret in the sky
like some scathing alibi
never giving any reason why
so we all just took it for granted – that it was just a lie

how wrong we were about you
about everything you could do
like the colours in your hair – every word you said was true

like the rough patches under your skin
get cut away so thin
letting so much of your blood spill – without ever giving in

it must have been that shine in your eye
that fooled us into thinking it was a lie
how terrible it is then – that we did nothing but let you die

sorry for the ignorance
wish we had another chance
to bring you back from the dead – so we could have just one more dance


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