you can spot me
in the dark
If I look at you long enough
you can be sure
I'll leave a mark
I'm a torch
I'm a vice
I've erased so much inside
that you could call nice
a hand from out of the dark
stroking the side of my face
a fist full of sheet
and a heart full of grace
If I look at you look enough
you can be sure
I've lost my taste
I'm a tool
I'm a wheel
I've destroyed
my own desire to feel
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