| False pretense
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| A lack of resonance
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| A derisive sentiment
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| and confidence.
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| These bonds were always fake
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| crafted for safety’s sake.
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| But pasted wings,
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| and foil rings
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| do not an angel make.
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| I see you left me with your,
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| your last word.
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| It’s ringing,
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| with the noteless shrill of jealousy,
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| and the claims of imperfection,
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| and the crying out for,
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| the things that you deserve.
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| But your voice is never audible
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| beneath the anger in your words
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| it’s ringing,
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| it’s breaking me.
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| You can’t belittle this,
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| this could change everything.
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| This one is mine to believe.
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| This is unparalleled,
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| a grace that’s like gravity,
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| a clarity I’ve never seen.
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| I see you’ve left me with your,
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| your last word
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| it’s ringing
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| with the noteless shrill of jealousy,
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| and the claims of imperfection
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| and the crying out for,
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| the things that you deserve.
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| But your voice is never audible
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| beneath the anger in your words,
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| it’s ringing.
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| It’s breaking me.
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| But the hottest words can cauterize,
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| and in anger, there’s just wasted time,
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| so your last words, just another,
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| I won’t hear. |