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Each time the y's come in less numbers,
the heys become silence, from your end it slumbers,
the nightly messages that I wish to send always end up in my mental recycling bin,
the effect is we never speak since no conversation is dared to begin.

I long to realize the real truth and real lies,
either way I will turn the why's into a perfect home in the skies,
no matter how I address it, it always stays in disguise,
swat it off my mental walls like annoying little flies.

The words all mean the same, the players never know the game,
grab my stool and whip, while you roar I learn to tame,
well when it comes to breaking hearts which of us is to blame?
never wish to be blinded by love, never going to be changed from one dame.