How long will you stay here
huddled under this lamplight?
Cold, cold,
too cold to even cry,
they freeze before they reach your eyes
your fetal posture won't warm you anymore
you've been born for a while now.
The new moon covers her eye,
stop the camera you've been rolling
in your head, the tragedy is over.
To be honest, it never was.
Underneath the false cover,
you were killing time.
Take my hand, as you would
once, a long time ago.
Why do you look scared?
Fling those fears away,
they weren't yours in the first place.
The darkness is nothing to be frightened of,
follow me, away from the light
where all your "blemishes" are magnified
and your "perfection" too much so.
Those aren't you.
In the darkness, in the quiet,
find the one you repressed from the surface.
Believe me, there's more
to turn our gaze towards.
Those side-long glances,
stare straight back at them.
Each and every one of them
until each and every one casts their gazes
down.
Close your eyes, listen,
your time is slipping away
from your fingers
in the form of cheap nickel.
Baby, if you don't let those go
and take my hand
you're going to fade away
before you live.
Isn't that frightening?
Isn't that frightening?
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