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this is not the right movie
stuck in a loop-
me tearing my heart out
and falling at your feet
every time you whisper
another of my secrets
in that stage voice you love so much...

I walked in at the wrong time
to walk away with anything
that I can make sense out of...
if this joke isn't funny anymore
why won't you let me stop laughing

there is something primal about
this feeling, something as old
as the first betrayal...
sister blood, like cain and abel
with a sick twist that only you
could drag up from nonexistence.

I am alone in this bright landscape
too many pastels, too many suns
to let me backslide and slip into shadow...
too many ways for this to shift
and for everything I never meant to think
to be spoken by malicious lips,
and be heard by conspiratorial ears.

This is not my end of forever...

this is only the beginning
of all the bleeding wounds
and hoarse pleas for forgiveness...
I'm sorry that I care so much
but no-one has paused to consider
where we all stand in this masquerade...

I'm sorry that I fell so hard,
and could not fly away again-
bone bare and stripped of glory
I fell and fell, and landed here,
at your feet, absent of my crown

absent of my court...

it is so easy to pretend...
so easy to be human,

that sometimes, even I believe...