turned my head,
looked around. something's found..
who was lost
at a cost of a fraction of your heart's desire,
you can let your fire
dwindle to the bare orange of a spark-once-flamed
(tamed)
terrified of being named
love me or hate me,
this is a game.
and it's still the bloody same..
repeat repeat repeat
i thought unreal met defeat
but it simply
fashioned a disguise
i suppose
i look at my hands, wiggle my toes,
yeah.. it's still me
in a rhythm within a given
one more time i'll tell you
one
more
time
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