When the light goes out at the end of the tunnel

That’s how you make me feel.

Disproportionate. In a hurry to learn from it fast

Like the second before jumping into the void

And I dress up everyday as an unassailable person

Strong. Happy. I even believe it

When everything is fine, When I turn off the light, you are the monster under my bed.

I am the world beneath your feet.

And this is the lie I like to keep.

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