For the show you can,
Glide where you land,
With your head held high,
While I cry and die,
each time.
Your back is turned to me,
Literally and figuratively.
Again and again,
You deal a game
& no one wins.
I'm tired,
I'm so tired,
I am astounded at this.
My breath is taken,
Here it comes again.
You walk on half truths,
Only I see the way you move.
Your pride is so alive,
The more it lives the more I die.
You’re burning our home,
You’re burning my heart,
You’re burning our future,
Wake up from the dark.
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