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How do you know what you can be if you can't see where you are going? What breaks the silence? Misery can make you see where you belong. It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on. Why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Don't let your weakness show, you just might be the last to know. Loyalty is such a loaded word, so full of hurt and such aplomb. Loneliness saunters in its breeze, like a disease it drags along. The time of your life can't be had for a song.
Hit the road in wander mode inquire along the way. Savoir-faire, in full despair, while living day to day. My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof. I don't ever need to prove myself to you. Looking back I'm off the tracks more times than I recognize. Mistakes are another opportunity to refine. There's no such thing as hell. but you can make it if you try. There might come a day when emotion can be quantified, but as of now there's no proof necessary.
I want to believe in you, but my plan keeps falling through I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bear the truth and I have to walk this mile in my own shoes. I'm materialist a full-blown realist, physical theorist, and I guess I'm full of doubt so I'm prone to hear you out and refuse. There ain't no fear in this it's for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mysteries with me...