I didn’t come here to watch you breathe
Or to spin and face the wind
I didn’t want to see you come upon a downfall
And then be knocked to the floor for more
I’m sure that once you were moved to tears
And then you must have been ___ again
But there was, and still us such a slow game
Played by everyone in their own way
No piece of this earth will take your roots
It seems that the fog changes everything
So much of both you heard nothing
Yet both are equally false things