I see you
Better then you think
I don't understand the connection
It doesn't really matter
I have words
I've always manufactured them with a blind intent
You ask for them by suggestion
And I'll give them to you
It takes no effort at all from me
And you'll believe them because they are the exact words you want to hear
But from the wrong person
And the sincerity is lacking but at times even I believe them
You go through people like your favorite brand of spearmint gum
Chew them up and spit them out the same way too
Waiting to feel, like all your storybooks told you was possible
Pretend there is that decaying hurt that weaves into a pseudo reality
Nothing is real for you
There is a fantasy created within four green walls and a lit up screen
One that connects you to other bright screens within a four wall structure
They tell of worlds willing to let you join in
If only part time
You're really good at butterflies and beginnings
But you don't know what comes after
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