Staring back.
You're disposition will be the end of you laying out this one condition.
You're going nowhere.
Break your teeth and pour out the lies.
They keep on coming.
I don't know why you'll never get it.
'Til you're alone on an island skipping stones.
Staring back, staring back to nothing.
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