I walk into the lit room, you see me from across the way,
You're friends are more important or they are your lifeline.
I try to make casual eye contact, and succeed,
My wind wipes itself clean, my mouth motions without words,
Or meaning.
Idiot
For why should we?
What reason do we have?
What reason do you have?
We talk fine, we get along, we have the same tastes,
I sympothise with your troubles with truth, no pretending, no lies.
But still theres both of our pasts, restricting our future history,
Looming over us, like the size of the dead weight in my heart.
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