like the tears that stream down my face, I won't let you show
I won't let you know, anything
build up those walls again, only to drop them like a curtain
but what no longer feels real to me, might seem real to you
so quit persisting, quite insistent on how things should be, or faltering
on those things that never seemed real to me
I'll awake, and now I'll fall all over again
this time, not for you, not for you
it'll be for me
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