To observe with clarity it seems you lie and swerve
Kept ties forming lines you air
Observing nothing much
Keep crawling up things that you felt
Keep ignoring but elsewhere will swell
Folding on
You keep holding on
You mean to try, but those eyes sell out the guise
It stands, fraying plans to share won't match the stare aware
Of the silence that grows
All that you chose not to hear feigning frames before it all was through
Maybe you used, maybe they knew
Maybe these falsities have become fused
Folding on
You keep holding on
You mean to try but those lines sell out your guise
Keep on holding on
More fame to flaunt
See the muse keeping from you