「 xxɪᴠ / if icarus lived 」

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instead of winning

if i lose

will you stop calling

me pretentious?

/

instead of giving

if i take

will you stop telling

me that i'm fake?

/

leave me alone; don't let me know

(who i heard) was it a dream, or was it you?

never could tell who's friend, who's foe

well you taught me to fly; you're why i fall

/

be it mind or heart; just tell me what's real

'cuz we don't get to pick what we get to feel

but this stained-glass soul is all i got

that let me fly; that let me fall.

/

so you'll tear me apart

and that's how i learn

to piece myself back together.

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