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Take a breath, tell a lie

Exaggeration’s fine

You don’t know, nor do I

And too late to change my mind

Waking up, I’m alone

With that tightness in my throat

Pressure sits behind my eyes, but I think the well is dry

And ever after, but even faster

A total disaster tumbling down

A dull ache in my head, know it’s within bad

Lost my way, set no path

The mud still coats the grass

In my dreams, you’re still kind

Understanding why

But the wall behind the paint is just beyond the gate

Every time I’m passing by late at night, I’ve thought that I might see you

Every time I wonder how and wonder why, I know that there’s no answer

When I try to look alive and open wide, I know that you can see through

Searching for a peace of mind the end mind find, begging for the question

Why’d you have to cross the line?