first dancer
I am not one to single out
I am not one to single out
You can burn the other suits
Other empty suits
they never overstep
they never overstep
You can cook the easy
Right under the sea
Metal taps all night
They’ve never seen the walls
maybe they got it wrong
maybe they got it wrong
They are broken and they are mirrored
And critisicm runs like rivers
I just got off this train
I won’t last five minutes here
maybe they got it wrong
maybe they got it wrong
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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else
Isolation, isolation, isolation
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