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*consideration for a song. Written last year.

Verse 1: Accept the inevitable and turn away (turn away....). I'm holding my breath and waiting for everything to fall apart. Submerged in our mistakes, it kills everything. It kills you and me.

Bridge: And that is how it happens. And this is how it ends. There's no need now to try to make amends.

Chorus: "I turn on and off. I have the ability to make a room go cold." And you know the slightest interaction can make our structured lives collapse. We are forbidden to touch if we want to remain intact.

Verse 2: Acknowledge that trees stop growing eventually and become stuck in a fragile state where their outside farces get eroded, broken into, and they begin to wither away.

Bridge
Chorus

Outro: Hold it together for as long as you can. (Turn away....) Or you can relax your grip on this and depart (I can't stand this any longer....) This shouldn't have been so hard.