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Time not so long ago, you hear?

Talking minutes now - not days, not years

When the bond… well, it didn’t seem so futile

The distance to walk… well, it didn’t seem so brutal

But the only proof there is left right now are my tears

And the headshrinker blames it all on my fears

Barricade constructed as best as it could be

I thought: Decent cement, bricks strong like they should be

We understood didn’t we? Though the walk stretches further

And even though you are what I’d call a good learner

Your eyes, while open, won’t ever see

And the only thing left in this mess is me