Deja vous;
I'm kissing you.
Isn't it relieving?
We've been leading on to build suspense, and
feeding on the tension.

I'm believing that you're back again.

It never ended. Friends don't say goodbye.
You don't say you love me too.
Aren't you deceiving?
I believe I'm being lied to;
Deja vous.



Back in action;
back to acting like you're mine.
For a night we're fine,
then I'm enlightened.
Isn't it revealing?
Are you frightened by what you're feeling?
Nothing less than what's long been overdue,
nothing more than memory of me and you.


Me and you,
you and I,
haven't we already been through this lie?
Your eyes are finding
anything to focus on but me

so you don't see the simple truth that I'm providing.

We spend time together hiding.
Hasn't that already done enough to try
you and I?
Me and you.


Back to faking;
back to aching with new scars;
burns from burned out fallen stars.
Wished upon repeatedly;
Spent.
'till heatedly they died
Isn't that the way the cliché went?
Nothing like anything the storybooks told you.
Nothing like the unsettlement in sentimental deja vous.

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