X's And O's
"So, it's cold,"So what?
He says things that don't make any sense
But they all make sense in his head
And he knows that they're all staring
But he knows that they don't really care
He's not an illusion
But he likes to pretend
He plays pretend on playgrounds
Deep in his head
They only come out when the sunset is lit
The candles burning
The ropes turning
Everything alive
Except for him
And his yearning
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