Waiting, as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to your point of view. Fading as I follow you. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken, despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now. It's a glass cage so I can't pretend. You hide beneath the physical. I see it coming but I can't defend. You cut so deep, my belief is gone. Tell me what I want to say. Save me for another day. Break me. It's the game you play. Hate me as I turn away. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken, despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now. It's a glass cage so I can't pretend. You hide beneath the physical. I see it coming but I can't defend. You cut so deep, my belief is gone. My belief is gone. My belief is gone. My belief is gone. My belief is...
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