Let it drift away
That sentence
Was too clear
I caught too much
Of what you didn't
Want me to hear
I'll let you believe
I don't know
A thought in your head
I'm not here
To make you sad
Not when ignorance
Is your solace
You never tell me
What's real
And what's not
Who am I to follow
When everyone
Is made of glass
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