thats crying myself to sleep
there are some lonely secrets that i carry
and some i wish to keep
there are some i wish to share
and there are some that will escape
and if you listen closely
you'll see you share a fate
to be found and lost again
found by a jealous traveler
she sleeps quiet next to me
as i slowly unravel her
i do no not know what these things are
these lonesome things that i've come to feel
like the fabrications of my brain
i do not know if this is real
i will allow you to leave me
leave me barren and cold
but remember who unraveled you
when you are sick and old
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