Skin

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Growing skin last washed forgotten
When it would be getting rotten but for the rain
Sold times zero to shut out the refrain
"How come we never got to see you again?"

Not so much trapped as preferring to hide
Don't open the door unless you're going outside
Living on nothing getting too expensive
Turned it inside out and lost the friendship

With a mood of defiance and not wanting it
Becoming reliant on the fact it exists
Searching for something better that this?
Throw out the pieces that never would fit

And throw out the jigsaw you coming for miles
Emptied the bin with a
Picked up the phone with a
Had a few words with a
Wrote it all down with a smile

And time stood still like good times do
While bad times hovered in the recent past
Talking them over lets you know you can choose between
Cutting them dead or letting them last

And the choosing is the using of your own self-esteem
Did you like it as it was or has it never really been?
Some people want it dirty and others want it clean
Denying there's an area that's lying in-between

Watching the blind leading the blind
Gives you the time to use your mind
Plenty of skin to grown back again
Plenty of room outside the one you're in

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