The morning after and everything's gone,
Except a key I hold to a life of my own.
A key you can't copy but can only break,
Why is it the only thing you won't take?
I beg you to take me whole or in parts,
The tears will wash away this void heart.
I want to unlock the dreams that you cast,
Not temporarily lock away a misled past.
No matter how many keys tied on the ring,
Mine is always the one coming up missing.
Even if you need me more then the rest,
I can never be any more then second best.
To be wanted for once rather then used,
Could make me feel human and not abused.
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