The words are blades in the bathroom
Watching
Waiting
The ipod shuffles
Your feet edge closer away
I can hear it from your ears
I can see it in your tears
I can feel it in your breath
The green light is closer
To the zebra
You
Crossing
No grey areas
Black or white
You choose.
Wrong one
You lose.
Everything.
The murky floors hide
From you
Nothing you can be
Nothing can you be
You can be nothing
Tear out the words from your eyes
And face the true music
But tell me
Would you be yourself
Just for one day
Just for me.
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