| Disguise all the thoughts running through my head and hold them back for way
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| too long.
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| And where have I been these days?
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| What matters to me anyway?
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| I said nothing, like I always say.
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| I felt the flames rising up in me.
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| I turned away.
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| I’ve seen myself as equal to bad bad people.
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| Taken vice for virtue and vanity for my fucking nonsense.
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| If we could only find the word, vague and luminous.
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| Like light in dark of fear and hate we let swallow us.
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| I’ve felt compromised, violated, vanished into ghosts that retreat into the
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| haunts and corners that comfort us the most.
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| And I used to laugh about it and you’d scream «It's not funny.» |
| You took the spring right from my step, took the words right
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| from my mouth.
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| No one will ever know how my mind would race with anger, undignified.
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| Who’d think that it could stall out stagnant, so god damn satisfied.
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| Through the voids left in the silence and the things we never say,
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| the word slips away.
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| If the wise have the house of mourning, we could live in a house of fools.
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| Sit down, shut up like all good children do.
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| I said nothing like I always do.
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| Withered down to bone, beaten down. |
| «And where have you been these days?
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| What matters to you anyway?» |
| I said nothing.
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| Took the spring right from my step, took the words right from my mouth.
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| No one will ever know.
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| Your eyes were burning through me, red and wet.
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| They were waiting for the word.
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| Took the spring right from my step, took the words right from my mouth.
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| No one will ever know. |