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You tie your shoes too tight, you know cause it feels better that way. And when you don't, all night you are dreaming you walk, laces streaming down the street behind you. A river of tangled string you are unraveling and no one else seems to mind. You keep it to yourself, stay numb and act fine. You wear the truth under your sole, like a pebble it makes you limp and sway but it will out someday. Take it from me it is no use washing your hands so often they are clean and cracked. You never get your old skin back once you have loved like that you're a river of tangled string... He is inside you, he loved your marrow. You think you could cut him out with a knife if you went deep enough I don't think so. Maybe sing him back to living 'cause he might rise like a snake in a basket or he may close his eyes and wait till his life is a full-fledged casket, floating on a river of tangled string... From Letras Mania