K.d. lang/ben mink Propped up against the gymnasium wall Leaning with surface lament Not one whispered word Nor crack of a smile Emotions as solid cement There's no need to sympathize For kind and sure are those eyes
Are you getting scared my dear Are you getting scared To shyly compliment the mirror To balance the compared Then falls one solitary tear Oh, to be the stared And stumble with the inflicted faults While stepping the wallflowerr waltz
Held and pushed by unleashed desires Tethered in self-sacrifice Reluctantly charmed by being approached But guarded by one's own device There's no need to criticize For kind and sure are those eyes
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