I feel them flying blind when the noise in my mind won't believe me
Not much to be said when my heart and my head still deceive me
Don't offer up help that you know I won't be needing
Cause I do it to myself like I never get tired of bleeding
Can I trust you now not to pull me out of this cautionary tale that you know that I won't be reading?
Make another dime just to lose it in time, what's the meaning?
They'll take what they can get for what can be said oh believe me
And I know I'll be in debt to follow the light of these hallways
If I can make it outside of these narrow minded hallways
Can I trust you now not to pull me out of this cautionary tale that you know that I won't be reading?
Cautionary tale that you know that I won't be reading
Cautionary tale that you know that I won't be reading
Cautionary tale that you know that I won't be reading
Cautionary tale to my own avail of the meaning
Cautionary tale that you know that I won't be reading
Cautionary tale
Cautionary tale
Cautionary tale
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