I see you.
I know what you're doing.
Do you purposely set me up like this
so I can watch you destroy yourself?
Time after time,
Always saying this will be the last.
Every time, you lie to my face,
and every time you look me in the eye
almost defiantly as you go back on your word.
You know I see you.
It makes you uncomfortable,
Yet you don't change the ritual...
Why?
Maybe it's a hope,
A hope that your conscience
will no longer be muted, silenced.
Maybe its a form of torture,
or a reminder of sorts.
So you are aware of exactly what you're losing.
In front of your friends I serve only one purpose.
Yet I know that as you clear the last of the snow,
I mean more than that.
You see me. You see you.
You see your flaws.
You see the person you used to be.
Your fear, your cowardice becomes unmasked
to a point where, if you move forward,
you can't escape it.
It challenges your every line.
Each blow hits deeper and deeper.
Until, once again, you've lost.
Once again, you swear "never again."
But as soon as your eye catches mine
A tinge of despair strikes us both.
Because we both know better.
We both know you're coming back.
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