Flawed by design, and panaceas, all ineffective for me now Ear to the door, no one can see us, eavesdropping children, deafening woe Those building blocks, now set to tumble, and they always tumble
I regret speaking up tonight As you endure one more apology I can tell you're tired of dealing with me
Messed up again, slurred rambling, as I begin To sell a world I can't buy, to just give up as we whine Then hoping maybe in time, we'll break this selfish decline
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