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Iâm lost in fault again. I knew all along what Iâd done, but what could I do? Youâll feel so cheated on, like you just canât pardon the wrong or carry the weight around, always let down. Youâre grasping at straws always hoping, but donât hold your breath. We donât connect. I tried to find love, it just doesnât exist. So Iâll just keep wandering around and we can stay separate some more, whatever you say. Because now youâre just not enough, but soon this will be too much. And youâll keep wishing thereâs joy left to find you, but Iâm so dismissive. I hope you find what you need. Oh, you know, you swear you know me. Calculated, same old story. Standing in the hallway scowling back at me, no way of knowing what it is youâre sorely lacking. Short goodbye, feigning attraction. And I want to be a good man, but maybe you canât see that. And now in my wandering, youâre feeling it more, like youâd pass through the ceiling if I walked out the door. You look back in anger in the hall where you stand, but you need me to feel it, and I donât think I can.
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- Since Before Our Time
- Ailments