Slipping slowly into this tomb
Waiting enclosed in my weary gloom
Tripping over myself as I escape this place
Only to tremble at the sight of your face
I wait in the background, watching you live
The fear of your judgment curses me captive
I prepare to engage, become known to you
But hiding my eyes was all I could do
He is proof that you were just lying
This memory is my happiness dying
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