So silently
You speak to me
and I don't believe
What I see
An illusion
A mirage
an entourage
of what can't be
So I don't speak
Am I too weak
to seek the bleak
hope of this mystique
Before everyone walks away
I look accross a crowded room
Just me and you and we both lose
because everyone lives to get used
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