…I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesnt mean I dont desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
Ive done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication…
… си пасват.
Не искам да виждам как стъкления ми замък се троши на мънички частички, невъзможни за поправяне.
Не искам кристалчета в очите ти.
Enough already.
Не искам да моля, да плача и да се блъскам между четирите стени на кулата на върха на планината.
Enough already.
Замъкът ми е красив, облян във светлина нощем и го мечтая.
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