Shoud I walk on egg shells?
Everything passing through a fine tooth comb
Letting myself become a stranger
Forgetting what makes me, me
Commit to a life of white lies
Enduring this for someone I love
Never truely expressing myself
So that they might be at peace
One little request
Record half truths, or nothing at all
Seal up your thoughts of me
Halting my mind
In hopes that maybe this
Prison will bring with it dreams fulfilled
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