eyes wide open
to the great train robbery of my soul
impending blindness
of the kind that's beyond my control
eyes wide open
to the secret forest beyond those tear-filled trees
heart-rending blindness
won't testify that i'm on my knees
maybe i'm a little young to care
maybe i'm a little old to cry
i don't know
maybe i'm a little weak to dance
maybe i'm a little strong to die
i don't know
concentrating
love and i'm hating myself again
impersonating
the smallest shadow of my original self again
does anybody really want to grasp
my hand and lift me to my feet? does
anybody really want to be the breeze
that frightens off this heat?
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