That look in your eye reminds me I am alive
for what?
I’m hanging on to what never was
and you’re hanging onto the maybe just because.
Nothing is as what it seems,
but it never has been.
Maybe it’s all in my head?
It might be nice if you’d choose to believe it instead.
Who would it be easier for,
me or you?
One of us is a fool
to think we can walk down this road
soon.
I’ll dry my eyes,
fix a smile, leave the sidelines.
I’ll face the crowd
My voice never aloud
You can see it in my eyes, for you I am not alive.
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