Kevin, Kevin, what do you mean?
The way it looks ain’t really how it seems.
Bruce told me about infinite dreams.
Abuse of the noose, such an infamous scheme.
I try to cut loose, but the mask is me.
A scarecrow applied to a deafening scream.
Patterns in the past reflect vigorously.
House of trick mirrors, can you really perceive?
She said, “Patience is a virtue, I never meant to hurt you.”
I heard you, but you never said a word to refer to.
Whether battling the curfew or chilling with preferred crews,
You took the better part of my heart and let it burn through.
I wish I could’ve learned truth, spoken through a curve tooth.
Ya shoulda stuck around to observe that my nerves grew.
I stay true to solitude for trust is now reserved for few.
Clouded mind keeps me killing time where the birds flew.
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