Reels of tape, they roll, playing pictures in the theatre of my mind...
Fantasies I created within the documentary in which you and I reside.
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They played over and over, a decade of construction-
Credits roll for the millionth time in my sleep as I wish for Death's
Destruction.
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-I wish I knew you better-
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To the point where I could read your curves to the letter-
Where I didn't have to imagine, fathom who you are now
And who you'd be if you and I were we...
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I jumped into the fire of your icy blues
Hoping to be ******* burned alive and came out unscathed.
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God, my head is tired of holding this heavy weight,
These reels I've collected...
And now that fire I wanted to consume me
Burns my theatre to the ground.
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I close my eyes.
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Credits roll again.