no words need to be spoken.
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just close your eyes and i'll understand.
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don't cry because I will break down as well.
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i never understood everything you laid out on the table
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but yet covered with ease when i questioned
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the action of killing the things that made me push on.
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i guess this will be the day i figure out the sketch of your face,
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and imagine how many different masks you wore to push me aside.
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now i understand why heaven can be thought of like this.
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playing dead doesn't get you anywhere.
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especially when everyone already thinks you are.
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blame it on loss, blame it on giving up on you.
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a dimly lit room, rope burns on my wrists.
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and all you can do is kiss when i want to die.
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i'm being pulled five hundred different ways
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and confusion has become an everyday feeling.
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A Fitting Lie
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In Pieces |