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[narrator]

As sleepless as the background that wakes me
Defined by the mistakes and losses
Even with it all a whisper of defeat
Beneath the wall he hides within his seat

Playing at being alive
Wondering about the things that stop
In his head that was the only fault
That he could only play as a prop

Hinged on contrasting forms of defeat
Which would you prefer it be?
Him or you; Her or me
Itch inside the trace of what we can’t see

Toying with the thought of life
Wishing that these things would stay
In his head that was the only fault
That in the end there was no other way

Hey
Don’t go away
They say
That you know a better way
To make it stay
Just don’t make me pay
No, no

In his head that was every fault
That there had to be one
That eventually he had to be done
That he had to halt