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You visit my dreams every night You visit them to watch me Always a shadow Always in the side-lines Standing in the crowd On tiptoes your fingers in your mouth Watching me beat my opponents Bounce around the ring I was never one for softness but I'm harsher now I didn’t want to tell you I noticed you I knew how you would In your time Come to me I knew what you would say And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it I don't think I'll ever be Tonight though You’re ready, aren’t you I recognize that look in your eyes The one that has long since faded in mine I wipe the blood and sweat off my face and smile wide with all my teeth Whats left out them And you grimace You can tell it's fake You hug me, and I tear up Almost There’s only one thing I must I say You know it, and I know it I miss being you You stall A Beat a moment a butterfly's wing Unsure if you want to be honest But maybe I’ve influenced you too Because you say it You say it slowly With regret marring your face With dread lining like the blood drying upon my face and your smile With sadness reflected in your eyes My eyes reflect yours And you say it You say it Not as much as I regret becoming you
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC
I wish you were still watching
You visit my dreams every night You visit them to watch me Always a shadow Always in the side-lines Standing in the crowd On tiptoes your fingers in your mouth Watching me beat my opponents Bounce around the ring I was never one for softness but I'm harsher now I didn’t want to tell you I noticed you I knew how you would In your time Come to me I knew what you would say And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it I don't think I'll ever be Tonight though You’re ready, aren’t you I recognize that look in your eyes The one that has long since faded in mine I wipe the blood and sweat off my face and smile wide with all my teeth Whats left out them And you grimace You can tell it's fake You hug me, and I tear up Almost There’s only one thing I must I say You know it, and I know it I miss being you You stall A Beat a moment a butterfly's wing Unsure if you want to be honest But maybe I’ve influenced you too Because you say it You say it slowly With regret marring your face With dread lining like the blood drying upon my face and your smile With sadness reflected in your eyes My eyes reflect yours And you say it You say it Not as much as I regret becoming you
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC
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