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Through another late night
confession told to a captive audience,
and you listen with your ear to the door
waiting for pearls of wisdom to fall.

Like open secrets overheard
through the cracks in the wall.

With calculated candor you
play the part of a trusted confidant.
Moving closer for a better view,
looking for more than eyes can see.

On the tattered pages of an open diary!

If you want to know just what
I see look at yourself and don't ask me.
And if you want to know where we're going
keep your distance and don't follow me.

Like an old friend with nothing left to say
you'll find I'm not who you thought I'd be.
As you contemplate the silence waiting
for pearls of wisdom to fall.

From the still uncertain heart
that beats behind the wall.

If you want to know just what
I see look at yourself and don't ask me.
And if you want to know where we're going
keep your distance and don't follow me.

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