Your heart on your sleeve,
Putting it under the cheap lights,
Of the dingy, makeshift stage,
Do you realize that there are many more,
In many more holes in the wall,
Sharing the same intimate details,
To those they don't know at all?
And of those, maybe one might remember you,
After a week of living her own life,
Protecting her heart in a lead box,
So to look at it in private, one more time.
It's the same for everyone,
It's a wonder anyone disagrees,
With everyone doing the same thing,
About the nature of reality.
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