look at you, looking at me;
the snow falls softly
I try not to fall asleep
the wind blows gently
I try not to fall asleep
it's there when I'm alone
it's there when I don't see
catches me off-guard
it brings me to my knees
in an indifferent gaze I fall
crashing to the ground
but of scrapes and scars and broken bones
there's nothing to report
what is this thing I know is there?
what are these things I hear?
it taunts me with elusiveness
yet sometimes seems so near
you say the problem lies with me
and maybe you know best
but I can't shake off this feeling that
the failing is in you
in an indifferent gaze I fall
crashing to the ground
but of scrapes and scars and broken bones
there's nothing to report
in an indefinite state of mind
I find I'm crawling backwards
waltzing out of messes that are
of my own creation
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