The mask keeps on slipping and tearing
The holes are big enough to see
I strain and I'm bending to hear you
What did you tell me
So slow
You see me disappear
Taken in taken away
Caught in another memory
Looking for something left to see
Now I want something
The one in the corner it's moving
Slowly up slowly down
Never too brilliant or clever
It won't turn around
No one will know that I'm looking
They can't get to me
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