I'm chainsmokin under sheet forts that we built
My lungs are hardened concrete, question my will
I thought you'd be more discreet
Thought you'd have guilt
I'm back to the question if anything's real
And I can't undo what's been done
No I can't see through glass that's broken
And when I leave the shards still won't be gone
I know the moon never guaranteed the sun
I can't undo what's done
I guess that I was wrong
I guess I'm meant to run
I guess
Again, let me ask you when will you realize
real lies can't be seen by these real eyes
How easily it would seem I read your mind
When there's nothing in sight, cuz there's nothing inside
I've got no time to live, spend my time til I die
I'm losing my mind, and I do not know why

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