| It was not my choice for us to bond
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| We’re not lovers after all
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| And though I persist in hanging on
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| I’ll understand if you should fall
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| We can stay till we’ve rotted
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| At least we’re never alone
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| Admittedly, it’s you who is more burdened
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| You should let go…
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| Can you see? |
| They made a monster out of me…
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| They strung me up by my ears from a tree to scare away the creeps and thieves
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| Of the tree, view obstructed now by me
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| One good eye left now half of the earth is all he sees
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| (Should summer bring a storm that rips your limbs and branches off and sets me
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| free with mine still on, I’ll know it was my fault.)
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| I, responsible for your suffering; |
| though you’d done no wrong
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| Your severed arms hang from my cartilage because I can’t let you go
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| You’re swinging from my ears, and now I’m the hanging tree
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| I’ll let you hang there through the years, until the guilt one day leaves me
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| Can you see much clearer without me?
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| Is the sun setting twice as bright?
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| Does the air taste twice as sweet?
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| Can you see in the distance, six limbed me?
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| Does the sight make you sick or do you relish in it?
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| Do you ever miss me?
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| Head low, eyes slow
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| Move, don’t look up
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| From town to town finding none like I amongst humanity
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| The shape I’m in, no one would have me
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| Not that anyone should…
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| (Would you believe I made a forest out of me’s? I used the last of my will to
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| drag this body out to the desert to plant these feet.)
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| When it rained a thousand more grew just like me
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| All adorned with examples of what not to be, to scare away the creeps and
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| thieves |