And so I step back
Step away
Turn my back and go
Futile effort at protection
Against eternal destruction
Waiting
Even though I know you're there
Waiting
With quiet despair
For some small sign
Futile inclination
How pathetic am I?
Can't see you
Can't hear you
You set all the rules
I must wait
Always wait
Until you decide
That we can talk
I have no choice
I am not allowed
Your rules
Or none at all
That's how the game is played
And we all play for keeps
But what if
I don't want to play
Anymore?
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