I will take my comeuppance and dance either way – one way or another I need to breathe
Through these smirks and grimaces ’til brandishing my hand, pardoning all of my past and rather pitiful actions
I have tried oh so very hard to cordon you off, soft whispers at the ultimate break of dawn
Prone to mistakes now and again, seems pen to paper has always been far easier
When the landscape needs to be drenched in real heartache

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