That line you gave me, second verse sincerity in your eyes
no, it wasn't for me, but the meaning that you feel
I thought these walls would reel from the force of your raw words
but they're all still here
And I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
running into walls and never into the truth
Am I of use to you in your search for the right words?
I can help you see the inconsistencies in your Muse
but once the commas are drawn there's not much else I can do
so please stop asking me to see the poetry I've reclused
And I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
running into walls and never into the truth
And all the lies I throw out of habit seem to pass right through you
I'm left without a hold; I've told you more than I knew
Peculiar now how words seem to come so easily around you
as you meditate on my shoes
And I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
running into walls and never, never
I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
please stop asking me with sincerity for the truth
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