slow motion shatteringMature

Touche - 
take my stance, my chance to say
I had finally come to terms
with everyone's bullshit opinions
and taking them for what they're worth.
Now, I'm not so certain.

I want to say it doesn't matter,
I want to say it's all the same - 
that this whole thing is a sad exaggeration - 
I'd be lying just the same.
Doesn't change a thing, no,
it doesn't change a thing.

It's only one-thirty
and I'm already lonely
as I fall to pieces so casually -
away from you, has to be
away from you. I can't,
I can't cry around you
anymore.

The End

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