here sits the greatest liar, biting at his kneecaps, because he can't control himself.
they all want to feel that broken, they stand around him staring, at his obvious regret.
bored hope, wont make a difference, to someone as empty as that.
this is the sound we make, to fill this dead space.
from far away, i'm on the telephone, you say its not
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