Honesty. A game neither of us plays all that well.
Why can't we talk?
Maybe because we can't find the words.. ..
Seems like the only thing that I can find these days... is you.
Even when I'm trying to hide, you see me.
I used to think that it was just myself that I couldn't run from.
Turns out that you're not as easy to lose as I thought you'd be.
Funny, that when I try to run from you,
I'm the one who ends up getting lost.
All my attempts to escape are futile,
and the illusion of freedom fades.
The cunnundrum is that you are the only real freedom that I have ever known, yet still you are my prison.
I am yours, as I've always been, your name burnt in my heart.
Kept by you, I move when you move me,
and pray for the day that you say it's over and end this game.
We both know that you've already beaten me.
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