Oh so fine, crafted lies
telling myself all the time.
What's this chemical
on my mind?
Falling down a pipeline,
who's asking?
Someone I can't recognize,
stuck in the pines.
My heart grows weaker
with every beat.
Counting down
to the unknown.
Muted tongues don't
mean the words they speak.
Sadness behind smile lines.
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