Do sharp pangs suddenly strike
Of beguiled guilt buried deep inside
When I revealed to you a sudden loss
In which you never thought to think of twice
Our roles seem simple comedy
One cries and the other laughs easily
This never ending merry-go-round
Will only cease when one stops riding
The bruises we cause and those we keep
Make for bittersweet memories
In weakness they appear as enemies
With time they are realized as epiphanies
Hubris makes a capricious friend
It may break or save us in the end
We’re in the palm of each other’s hand
Never quite getting what we each planned
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