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I wonder if I disappeared I'd be missed?
Just fade into the background, slip away and be out of sight.
I feel trapped somewhere outside myself.
I'm longing for something, but too afraid to jump.
I'm thinking of another. Less suitable. Less.
But still I tangle and weave, and now I'm lost in the maze.
I won't find my way out.
I need to be pushed out.
I need an excuse.
I won't find one.
Greener grass and thanks for what I have; concepts lost upon a fickle mind.
It's simple - I'd rather be someone's world, than one of the dolls on the shelf.
One of the cards, a commodity.
Eternally in the background.
Falling short.
Wishing for better times, for past times.
For moons, for cold air, for adventures and for feeling alive.
Feeling wanted.
I'll just fade away now, let the quicksand consume me.
No strength to resist. No saviour.
I'll kiss that feeble fancy goodbye.
And melt into my dreams.