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Dressed in white,
I'm letting you win this fight.
Zero - one,
record the score, you won.
Now you have it all,
everything but me,
my hands may be calloused but they're empty.
But I'm better without it all,
with nothing left,
there's no way to fall.

A cut beneath the skin,
we walk around pretending we're not stretched thin.
Lay your weapon down,
it isn't a race of who can fire sooner,
who can make the first sound.

I see it when you look at me,
like an actor's cue,
it's my time to leave.
As I go,
the strings within me pulled tightly so,
I feel a pang,
a broken love for someone I'm afraid I don't know.