Sometimes I imagine your face is a mirror
I can see the words I am saying and they don't make sense
As they leave my mouth the message could not be any clearer
That you are not the one for whom I was meant
What I mean is that I don't understand
How hurt could be a part of God's plan
Why must I build up all that I can muster
Just to end up fucked in a cluster.
I mean all at once
All at the same time
I am a circus clown doing stunts
Just to take some of the clouds off your mind.
It was always less about me and more about you
I couldn't do right no matter what I'd do
If I pawed at the moon I could get the tides to change
I would be in a different world nothing would be the same
Every building would crumble at my hands
I just need a cosigner for my dastardly plans.
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