These words are crawling out of me,
They're crawling out, the later it gets.
It's so hard, so hard to believe,
In the good unfolding, we lack the patience.
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A line, a sight I've hid behind,
Behind your eyes, no greater vision.
The life I lead has become,
Increasingly the life you lead in me.
You've lost your mind,
It helps to pass the time.
Or you're faced on what could have been,
There's a fine line between memory and loneliness.
Though our hearts all scream inside us,
We don't dream we keep them quiet.