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I wanted to play house for a day
Imagine forever was longer than a caprice,
But the words we spoke began to turn numb,
And the inferno of libidos is slowly dying.
I guess our imagenary games are getting old,
We've grown up too much to play pretend.
The enchantment of our fake existence
Has sizzled to stale reminders of what was.
If I scream so loudly, the cardboard walls came down,
Would you see what's on the other side?
I want to punch a hole through this fake existence,
And show you the truth.
We're just little kids playing believe,
In our parents living room.
Do they find it as awkward as I do,
When we kiss?
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