Everybody plays this game
With one another, we're all the same.
Now you see me, now you don't.
I will love you, no I won't.
Seems like children, we can't resist
To disappear, like some fine mist
When the going gets tough, when we feel
That someone wants us too close to heel.
And yet maybe, when we run
When we disappear, when we're gone,
We don't realise that in this war of nerves
We're only running from ourselves
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