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Cannot answer if not asked
No countering, moment’s passed
Speak like feathers, light and slow
Paint it up like you don’t know
Fair is wondering at all
Speak so small but stand so tall
It’s technically not a lie
Just put the truth out of plain sight
Word’s so empty, so’s your chest
Fear of what comes next
Hiding what grew to regret - is what you chose was best
Walls around all crimson red
Velvet leaves, so dim, all shed
Etched and sketched hard to forget
Cover all in crimson red
Just pretend I didn’t ask
Play along don’t cut the act
Pull the strings and curtains close
Acting up like you don’t know
Fair is questioning it all
The biggest lies stay wrapped so small
It’s technically not a lie
Planted where it’s hard to find
Word’s so empty, so’s your chest
Fear of what comes next
Hiding what grew to regret - is what you chose was best
Painted all in crimson red
Velvet sheets, timid limbs spread
Wedged the image in your head
Cover all in crimson red
Word’s so empty, so’s your chest
Fear of what comes next
Hiding what grew to regret - is what you chose was best
Your heart’s not crimson red at all
Your heart’s not crimson red at all
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