(NOTE: Some of these posted today are pretty old and all were written on seperate occasions, so even if they seem somehow interconnected, it's just coincidence.)
She was gone
But who’s to say
You can’t leave
If you weren’t there in the first place
if we’re ever happy it will be
by false pretenses, false pretenses
if the stimulus wears off we will be
always pretending, always pretending
if the dogs die inside us we will make
make believe, make believe
and place the dream on repeat
till no one’s watching but us
now that no one’s looking
can I tell you a secret?
now I’m not so uptight
can you please come true?
In the back of my mind
You’re just another object
Just another angel
But then I remember
We’re more than that
“No, we’re not”
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