In your head you hear violins
I see the lost look in your eyes
But its so sad
that its not the case
It is to me no suprise
In your dreams your everything
but in your delusion
your unaware
I watch them stare
like an out cast
But you dont notice
In your words your like a poets line
pretty and without pauses
even your voice has a harmony of rhyme
but its all for long lost causes
Sometimes I want to pick you up
put you in a gilded cage
lost in your little fantasies
because I feel I'm taking them away
knowing that you have nothing
nothing there at all.
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