Through the eyes of myself
I watch this unfold
And each day splits
To form another morning
The warm glow of unknowing
That once raged an open fire
Now embers low
Like the logs at 3am
on Christmas morning
And force it down
To be alive here
To be a piece of this
I was better at love when I was helpless
These days I just watch
Through the eyes of myself
And force it down
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