Need to hide these strings behind a forest of trees
But this honesty says that's not me
Crippling myself over finding your sheets
How much do I believe?
At the boundary of goodbye, we reside
Fragmenting meaningless phrases and labeling depth
Caught up in the spiral
How much do you or I comprehend?
Part of me knows I'm wasting more than time
Fickle are the truths of desire we preside
Establishing contact and claiming interaction
If we never found the truth, did this even happen?
Like a swan with its head beneath water
Deciding how long trouble holds me under
Baffled is the sky as I pierce it
Did they really ask
How could he really leave us?
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