For a moment I felt like a fool
after spilling all my guts at your knees
when it wasn't enough to interpret me.
So you had to cut me open
but I had to heal.
The nervous air; I feel it's effect,
it's like a drug that takes me on a trip back to the edge
- I feel the ground escape my feet and I'm afraid of heights.
Still it's more like I'm sinking when I watch how you rise.
It takes a lot to give a little,
barely enough to even try.
You'll have to cut me open
to light the beacon in my eyes.
It takes a lot to give a little
and much more to even try.
Keeping count how many glimpses of light that got through
took you no further than the sun through cloudy skies
before the beacon in my eyes sunk deeper into me.
But when you cut me open
I only bleed.
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