Opening up... is a matter of trust.
You could stay and hear... or go if you must.
Can't you see that all this fuss
is to show you that I'm still here?
Breathing
swinging from dream to dream
making a case out of everything
so you can see me cry
and remember you could eat me alive
if you ever felt like it...
No tragedy is darker
than not mattering
left aside with your thoughts
your crosses and noughts
but no one to play -
It's easy to say we don't care
when our eyes claim to be elsewhere
while our hearts lie still on a tray.
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