Come trace the lines around me.
Practice my ways and move through time.
Without realizing my mistakes.
There was no way to know how surely good we were for each other.
So time showed to us what common sense neglected.
And how better the Truth can be,
when you are running away.
How can it be we are cornered by ourselves sometimes.
Without any warning we are taken in direction we never perceived.
Easing back down to the ground, there are common things in a different light.
Now I see everything for this moment,
as it drifts away from sight.
I knew it all for seconds.
Tracing lines around you,
trying to get a clear picture.
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