To the psyche of your mind
Dark and twisted corners
Of the past you try to hide
Heart shaped boxes
Tied with a black bow
All wrapped nice and pretty
Hiding what's below
We neatly put away our fears
Incompetence and distance ourselves
Smiling through grotesque facades
Ignoring our misfortunes
One run sends the fabric unraveling
While were desperately trying to catch it
To stop it to cover it
To put duck tape over it
But every wound needs fresh air to heal
You can't suffocate it
And pray it will disappear
As much as we like to believe
Duck tape does not fix everything
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