I don't want to tell you my fears
but I've claimed my own tears
from a broken heart that knows
"Honesty, is the best policy"
for a perfect, harmless world of flawless people
And I cried as those words were thrown
around the room like paper airplanes
tumbling, crashing, falling to the ground
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see, my dear
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