My dream is the same
My wish is the same
Foolish isn’t it?
How do you let go of perfection?
I know I’ve written something worth wasting time on
Even if it was unrequited
Worth his time
Sucks that I crashed right into it
Yeah, grace and I don’t really belong in the same sentence
But I gave my everything
I think that’s worth something
And mine repeats itself
Because I’m trapped in this unending day
Insincere songs
I don’t know what the difference is
Maybe it is a skill
Voice acting and the like
Let me be with you
And the spells cast by pretending
What does it mean to feel something that’s not real?
Can you pretend so hard it is?
How do you sing without a voice behind it?
What story is a tale spinner’s lie telling?
It definitely didn’t suit him
The things they make that poor man say
Are we really connected by the same sky?
The never ending, ever reaching, sky?
It’s just a terrible thing
This loving aimlessly
Oh just when I thought the DJ was on break
I don’t know what I’m wandering aimlessly searching for
If I say I do then I’d be lying
This warping space
How does one express something with their entire body?
How does one express anything at all?
Well, another day of searching for something and not finding it
I’ve come this far
I really don’t know what the point is
This trek
I wish you’d show me
The way to sew words into success
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