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Dreaming of herYou're too pretty for your own good
Rolling around on concrete sheets
When I see you I remember
Why I brought myself here
Your eyes are the doors to a warmer place
A place where I used to think I could live
Your hands run up and down your soul
Each touch bringing out more
As you look up I can tell you remember their names
The ones who thought they were the ones
I guess I'm only one but oh
I was the one
You scream to me without words
Your voice broken but beautiful
Like the smashed shards of a mirror
Yor silence speaks even louder
Now your long black hair hangs over one shoulder
And I recognize the tiny signs
You miss someone or something and it ain't me
But I don't care about trivial matters
Like sorrow or pain
As long as I stand here watching you
I think we could stay in this limbo
For the rest of our puny lives
But piles of memories need to be sorted out
And glimpses of this, glimpses of that
Glimpses of the world we made up
A piece of a fraction, a bit of a part
It's probably rainin
MayaThe truth is unstable.
It is veiled, kept away from weary minds on the verge of disintegration.
The illusion is ever so perfect in its imperfection.
Keeping us safe from ourselves.
Sometimes we see through the illusion.
Sometimes we even break it.
But we only see the truth as reflected in the shards of the illusion.
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