Up and down, and down and out,
In this faceless charade of twist and shout,
Can we break through the surface
For one more breath of air?
Round and round, and back again,
Let them go or reign them in?
Do you think they would notice
If we never cared at all?
I'm so sick and tired
Of playing these games
With you, my love.
And I"m still trying to find my way,
So meet me back at start.
Once or twice we make believe.
This facade could be the death of me.
You're as cold as December rain,
But your eyes are as blue as my heart.
It was never for us; the game has changed.
So solemnly do we depart.
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