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One quiet evening, the chirpers stopped chirping; the crickets stopped singing; the stars stopped twinkling and I stopped trying.
I packed up my bags, and got dressed up in rags. These rags were pieces of me, all cut up in bits and wishes.
I quit on you, and I quit on me. I choose the blue in spite of who you said I could be.
Because I was broken, and so were you. The only difference is you are real and I'm a lie.
A lie you won't admit. A sham you won't forgive. An identity you created for when you have to run, -for when you have to hide.
And oh, did I fit the role; Oh, did I make you feel whole. I fit it so good... You became a guest, where I was the inn. You become the host, I became a skin.
Detachable. Yet Indispensable.
For you were so in love with the image of me, You'd made for yourself, You forgot that I am You. You are Me.
