You've come full circle now,
life has got you cynical.
Imbellishing stories you haven't written
but that's just your lack of dopamine.
Another excuse given to you from up above,
problem solved
but everyone is looking down on you,
and now what am I to do?

Take my watch,
tell me when it's time to make my move.
Live in another dimension
where everything is handed to you.

Unfortunately my hands are broken,
but I will do what I have to.
So put up your wall,
I will guard it for you,
dig yourself a hole,
I will bury you,
save yourself the embarrassment,
I will defend you to my grave.

The feelings you don't want to come alive
just keep them inside,
no one wants to find their shining light,
that means it's time to fly.

Maybe I can give you your wings,
and you can be my sunrise.
First and foremost we must survive,
and give ourselves another chance to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

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