Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
Your words are just lying helpless.
Hurry up and fight, and get inside.
We've started, while you wait for nothing.
What I do makes the worst of you.
And a good situation, gone bad from the start
a classification that slowly tears us apart.
Where did our calm conversation go
Why don't we continue this show
I don't want to relax, or lower my voice.
Its my choice, and I proudly choose to hide.
These walls are so thin I can hear every sin.
No confessions, for obsessions that they covet, and squeeze in your arms.
While the hiding and confiding is going too far past the point of harmless
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