Vanishing Act
No Dice
I've come a long way to find myselfIn the same place againNow she's spreading trouble across my bedAgainWe might spend our whole lives trying to findSomething we'll never findYou just bury the hatchetYou said "bury the hatchet, if you can"If you canMy thoughts were jarred upThey were a ball of string tangled up in my headWhy are my eyes restricting from any what-so feeling?FeelingYou just sit there taking in the energyIt's never once reciprocated, so I'll just materializeThese thingsThese thingsCut me down, break me offCut me down, won't you justBreak me off from this messI've come a long way to find myself in the same place again.
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