There are two of us talking in circles
and one of us who wants to leave
in a world created for only us
an empty cage that has no key,
don't you know we're working with flesh and blood
carving out jealousy.
Crawling into each other it's smothering
every little part of me.
What kind of love is this that keeps me hanging on
despite everything it's doing to me,
what is this love that keeps me coming back for more
when it will only end in misery.
I know too many people unhappy
in a life from which they'd love to flee,
watching others get every offered
they're wanton for discovery.
Oh my brother my sister my mother
you're losing your identity,
can't you see that it's you in the window
shining with intensity.
What kind of love s this that keeps me hanging on
despite everything it's doing to me.
What is this love that keeps me coming back for more
when it will only end in misery...
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