if i could hear your words about me
maybe the cracks in my skin would heal
my exposed bones would get wrapped
in the truths you’d reveal

but the lies that i’ve been creating
have kept me awake at night
my mind always keeps rotating
the mistakes about my being right

maybe it’s the gold around your neck
or the emeralds in your eyes
but i take everything you say for granted
but it won’t lead to my demise

but maybe the words you have to tell
will only misconstrue
because the reason that i fell
was making my happiness depend on you


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