I walk along the street.
I look into your eyes.
I’m pleasant when we meet.
I’m there when you go home.
How many times before.
Could you tell I didn’t care?
When you turned your back on me.
I knew we’d get nowhere.
Do you believe in youth.
The history of all truth.
A heart that’s left at home.
Becomes a heart of stone.

Do you believe in truth?
The lies we told of youth.
A cause we call our own.
Beside an empty throne.
How many times before.
Could you tell I didn’t care?
When you reached out in your sleep.
And you knew I wasn’t there.
My eyes are made of stone.
Just like your sordid home.
How many times before.
Did you leave my soul alone?

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