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longer does
he go
into my heart; strings pull
tears what he wants; leaves
and now is not enough

deconstruct, moving through
nurture, then destroy
no . . .
still now is not enough

and he, oh . . .
and he, oh . . .

these things have opened my eyes

feeling outdone
is not the same
as giving him up
if it's not a threat
if it's not a threat
if it's not a threat
. . . .

it's not anything you've done
it's not anything you've done
it's not anything you've done
it's not anything you've done

don't you see you're keeping me from being free?
i tried
i tried
i tried
i tried but you wouldn't have it
i tried but you wouldn't have it
i tried

it's not anything you've done
it's not anything you've done
it's not anything you've done
it's not anything you've done

lines and streets

lines and streets
oh, they mean nothing
fields and streams -
thousands of battered dreams
i stop -
let him injure me
i stop -
i'll bleed him out of me

my disease
you've got my sympathy
he'll be the king
won't waste his time with me
i crash, i crash
i cannot thwart his attack
i crashed, i crashed
he still won't want me back

collapsed inside
depleted my supplies
i cannot fight
there is nothing left inside

fjarlægur