And
I'll be here by the ocean, just waiting for
proof that theres sunsets and sillhouette dreams,
and all my sand castles fall like the ashes of
cigarettes, and every wave
drags me out to sea, i could stand here for hours,
just to ask god the question "is
everyone here make-believe?" with a tear in his
voice, he said, "son, thats
the question. does this
deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?"
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