The stony face,
A true reflection,
A sin to taste
Revisitation.
But, all these walls
Have right angles
And all these thoughts
Are Pure Triangles.

Don't hold me up for too long.
I'm not that tough.
I'm not that strong.
Can you see how
I'm guilty by the way I need you now?

A broken heart
With new direction;
A blank, blank line
With no inflection.
But all these walls
Have right angles
And all these thoughts
Are Pure Triangles.

Don't hold me up for too long.
I'm not that tough.
I'm not that strong.
Can you see how
I'm guilty by the way I need you now?
Can you see how
I'm guilty by the way I need you now?

Now...

Don't hold me up for too long.
I'm not that tough.
I'm not that strong.
Can you see how
I'm guilty by the way I need you now?
Can you see how
I'm guilty by the way I need you now?

Now...

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