I bury my head in the sand
Knowing that I’m no longer your man
If I ever was that man, the right kind of man
Searching for singular truth
Remembering breathing for you
Remembering smiling with you. Do you?
Denying that I’ve lost my soul
Neglecting we’re digging a hole
We’re knowingly crumbling our world, our little world
I’ve so much to lose again
Not being your right kind of man
Not breathing for you and afraid that this is the end
Truth
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