Split down…the middle line
Can’t ….make up your mind
Too late….to turn around
Don’t dare….don’t make a sound.
Frantic…to find a way
Somehow…you slipped away
Once more….now just friends.
Can’t go….go back again.
Slipped through….the rabbit hole
No coat….you’re feeling cold
Looking…..for what you lost
A story left untold.
Careful….don’t say a word
Your voice…..may still be heard
Echoes….bounce off the wall
Don’t trip….you just might fall.
Split down….the middle line
Couldn’t….make up your mind
Too late….to turn around
Don’t dare….don’t make a sound.
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