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I'm seeing it past this way.
Intend to watch as I break...until it happens again.
Steal in and hide away.
Set destination straight from the familiar.
Cleared out.
It happens several times a year now.
Once better, now accepted as retreat/release.
One side of the real me.
Turn my senses down and flip them backwards.
No goodbyes, no missing family.
If you were me and I was you, exactly how deep would I see through?
Always second guessing that you would behave the way...
I wanted to somewhat dedicate this one out to future life mistakes.
I can't predict the death of me.
The face/the state which will hold my heart.
Oh my mind, all the bulls**t you put me through.
I'll follow through once you're left behind.
That's all in good time.
But it's a farce, passed on down the line.
That's all in good time.