Chapter 1 - Cold Sore (Anatomy of a Secret)

Cold Sore (Anatomy of a Secret)

If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy. . .

Playing along in the innocence
Run little child to know not what you do
I'm counting on you,
I always have

I know your manor of hiding things
It's why I hardly know you,
But that day while they ate,
You implied somewhat of a secret

Hey did you know that?
Oh yes, I did
What did you do to get it?
It's not funny

Why don't I feel I can trust you anymore?
Or maybe it's just the shock

So why, I must ask does that appear?
I'm making this connection, now
Between your paranoia
And that single dropping tear

Turn the cup in regret (It has no cure)
For now, I guess, don't fret (You're cursed)
I've never lied to you (It has no cure)
So many questions unanswered. . . .

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