I don't know you, but I want you all the more for that. Words fall through me, always fool me, and I can't react. And games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out.
Falling slowly, eyes that know me, and I can't go back. Moods that take me, and erase me, and I'm painted black. You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself. It's time that you won.
Take this sinking ship and point it home, we've still got time.
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