my how your voices drone on purpose
thick in the ears
noiseless is better left the room to breathe
i'm your inhaler
my how i yearn to pull your crutches out
dramatic collapse
just the way you like to be hidden from view
i guess it gives you hope
to be discovered and allowed to break what you want
sleep is an acronym for nothing
substitution for the paranoid wander of the mind
my how you surround yourself with heartbreak
lucky convenience or calculated risk?
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