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Predictable
I say only tonight
But I want forever
When dreams feel like arms
Wrapped up and suffocating
I run my fingers along the walls
Too many cracks to count
I breathe in their empty sighs
And try silently to escape their eyes
The lives of the torn
I live each one at night
Ripped like a rag doll
I cut up the pieces in haste
Scribble healing words that can't lie to me
But I can't write fast enough
Shouldn't run from the terror of responsibility
Live in the present instead of a fantasy
But I know it too well
Some rhyme I made
Words mean nothing
Predictable insincerity
