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Mistake
I need the words when I'm sober
According to exact and hopeless fate
I hope you dine on the casual misinterpretted ways
I am not yours, it's no mistake
I wish I could write a symphony
Spoken with quietest words, in hollow trees
I hope you feed on the coldest shadows
Because I am not simple, so make no mistake
Perfection takes the sheep's hand
Leads her to a stream and drowns her
There are solemn words hidden in dark girls
Ones like you, ones that make too much mistake
