to
be held
just to be whispered onto
the truth is like a chain from
my heart to the anchor
a part of me in you
nothing ever happens
everything is changing overdue
you are not the first one
you are not the last thing
that i'll do
to behold
just to be the one you're
into
the slur that saves the sane
from disaster
a part of me in you
nothing ever happens
everything is changing overdue
you are not the first one
you are not the last thing
that i'll do
for the very last time
i walk a circle on which our
lines cross
i break the silence and built
it up again
a wall of noiseless protection
and for the very last time
i let you walk right over
me
i break the silence
overwrought with strain
a call of senseless defection
there was only one way to
learn that lesson
now there is just a part of
me in you
you are not the first one
you are not the last thing
that i'll do
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