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Poetic loneliness...

To hear the voices of being a listener is the shoulder for too many tears
The actions of the living is a burden to me but I want to help my friends 
Like Picasso why do I see different and paint pictures in my mind
Like the lonely I travel across people's stories and curious of their lives

Caress my poetic loneliness
I've fell in love with my insecurities 
But i just want my watching eyes to sleep 
Caress my poetic loneliness
Caress my poetic loneliness

Like a flickering flame I burn the oxygen of who's around 
I want to hide but then i want to stand out from the crowd
I'm a cog missing from the machine of an unfortunate world
How many more beautiful souls can I take and burn 

I surrender to myself of being a social chameleon with a stage to stand upon
I'm standing here pretending to be a patriot but I'm singing the same old song 
Deep down I'm everybody's darling but nobody's last romantic calling 
If I leave these feelings behind all I see myself doing is falling
I see myself falling 

Caress my poetic loneliness
I've fell in love with my insecurities 
But i just want my watching eyes to sleep 
Caress my poetic loneliness
Caress my poetic loneliness
I see myself falling 
Please catch me if I'm yours 
Please caress my poetic loneliness...

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