there are more things at play than what we can see
it's always gonna be lackluster at best, the perception
we give ourself so little in the way of promise
and so much in the way of grief

every dark corner is sometimes lit
every shut eye is sometimes open
every piece of sadness you feel
is there to help you see clearly
when it's suddenly not there

I wonder what my saying this will amount to
my tongue is frozen and my ears are bleeding
I haven't got any proof to cling to
nothing but a notion of clueless
gullible, easily fooled and inexperienced hope
as doubtful and as treacherous at it might be

there is stars, I've seen 'em
there's smiles and unclosed eyes
laughter with heart and
words that are not hurtful

I just need to find 'em...

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