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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