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A Wall of Pantomime
I stand facing you, a wall of pantomime
Crying out in silence, tears streaming up my face
Slovenly I wait in order, calm, I bide my time,
My breathing slows and my heartbeat stills it's pace
Crying out in silence, tears streaming down my face,
I stop up my sorrow in it's bottle, and again, I smile,
My breathing slows and my heartbeat stills it's pace,
My mask is adorned by false pretenses, for naught but to beguile.
I stop up my sorrow in it's bottle, and again, I smile,
Slovenly I wait in order, calm, I bide my time,
My mask is adorned by false pretenses, for naught but to beguile.
I stand facing you, a wall of pantomime
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