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Words' doubt
Waited for this flame
Ignited by reason’s weakened wit
Devouring regrets that would only remain unconsoled
In this neurotic mind
So easily I’ve shouldered my shame
Slept inside a stranger’s head,that I was so sure
Was my own
How is it so certain that I can choke myself with logic?
To recreate this naiveness that has been rotting off of abuse
From words’ own doubt
Eyes bulge from their faces
Attempting to steal a sip of truth
Their sips morph into stings
As they learn to yearn to neglect pain
How is it so certain that I can choke myself with logic?
To recreate this naiveness that has been rotting off of the abuse
Of words’ own doubt
Now we lay awake in our death
Wondering how all of this crumbled
Into worthless and cheap failure
Scattered to keep ourselves dirty in our blinded visions
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