Why do you still play with me? Treat me like a game
I don't need the pain, I've had enough.
You say we should stay in touch, and you're there for me
But it's plain to see, you're somewhere else.
Funny how the situation changes
Love can turn the best of friends into strangers.
Why do you still lie to me?
Why do you pretend?
Everything must end, just let me go.
Kevin Ayers: Friends and Strangers (Link)
Photographs by Laura Gilpin.
Above: Steps Of The Castillo, Chichén Itzá, 1932, Gelatin Silver Print.
Below: Sunburst, The Castillo, Chichén Itzá , 1946, Gelatin Silver Print.
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