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Unspoken Mnemonics
It’s just a matter of time
Before the youth and the lie
Starts to tear at the seams
It’s just of matter of days
Before the games that we play
Are winding up the streets
It’s just a packaged surprise
Theatric scripted goodbyes
Are all you have to say to me
So let go
Fly beyond tomorrow
Don’t let show
Marionette heart strings
Tied around a broken ring
A ribbon around farewell
The tired puppet fell
It’s just a clear empty night
The roads are waiting for fights
And all the people hide
The fairy tale dreams
And all the children’s screams
Say maybe life is not as magic as it seems
So let go
Fly beyond tomorrow
Don’t let show
Marionette heart strings
Tied around a broken ring
A ribbon around farewell
The tired puppet fell
Waiting for a kiss
From the puppeteer
Or from the prince
Certain words sound similar to lies
So let go
Fly beyond tomorrow
Don’t let show
Marionette heart strings
Tied around a broken ring
A ribbon around farewell
The tired puppet fell down
Don’t go
Neverland tomorrow
Don’t you know
Marionette heart beats
Wander along the streets
A rope around farewell
The tired puppet fell
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We are all puppets of society, being dragged along by strings made up of the fabric of time. Don't look back... it's too late. Childhood is gone.