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You parachute yourself into my mind, come morning

You slip right in, between the sheets and thoughts

Like snow I melt away while you, you keep on falling 

Your strings are tied to mine in myriads of knots 

 

The rules we break, keep changing every evening

Like outlaws we run and hide in secret nooks

I've lost my breath, time's lost its very meaning 

My hands are tied, rewriting all your books

 

I change the names of chapters I've reordered

I white right out the places left behind

Invent the words defining our borders

Rewrite the stories planted in your mind

 

If someone knew the skill it takes to linger

The patience not to wait, I simply do not know

The line I follow with the trembling fingers

The line I cross for you to never show

 

One day I will be brave, one day I will be fragile 

One day I will look up and right into your eyes

One day I'll lose this seven year battle

One day it will be you that I will recognize

 

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