It's not that I've been deceived
But the truth of your present is bleeding
bleeding out from the image of your potential
Is there any room dear?
You seem to have it all under wraps
just loose enough to let me stand under
then with one swift pull
you push me out and
shut yourself in
I don't quite fit
You want to keep it all to yourself
because that's the way it is I guess
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