Sitting lonesome, you act so content
The walls between us, your only friend
But walls are meant to keep out...
What is it you're hiding from?
A kindness? A caring?
Within the drywall grove you send vague lamentations
For the past is gone, and the future a grim declaration
But walls also keep in...
What is it you're hiding?
That you don't care at all? Or too much to say?
But I'll say to you, my only friend
You are weak, but you are fine as you are
Sitting lonesome, you act so content
The walls between us, your only friend
But you're happier this way, yeah?

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