Talk, talk is cheap.
Give me a word you can keep.
It's ridiculous, its been months, and for some reason I just can't.
Just running in circles all the time, running in circles in my mind.
Chasing at tails, pulling your puzzles apart.
And by leaving my door open, I'm risking everything I own.
So I'll just say what you won't say, I'll take the blame if its for your sake, no turning back on what you can't save.
Supermassive blackhole
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