The bridge on which I'm walking is burning oh so quickly
But you only live once, so it's said
So I choose to chance what matters most?
I must be a romantic...
But wait, who exactly are you?
Are you in my mind?
Can you hear my thoughts as if spoken?
Can you see my dreams as I do?
Perhaps only half of my perceptions are real...
All of the hypnotic inner beauty was false
That which I read so clearly was but hopeful delusion
That which disguises the ugly parts of the soul
When the rain was dripping down the roof tops and I felt us become one
I was simply melting away as you turned to stone

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