Hanging from the ceiling
a mobile can be found
Breaking up the pieces of me
to decorate the ground
That very pretty mobile
On its very pretty string
Holds up all the hopes and loves
The never ending sin
The dreams that never started out
With a chance to live
All hanging from the ceiling
Making little out of big
Couldn’t help but see you
When you were at your worst
And now that you’re back from dark side
You’re still cold as ice
Even if it all in my mind
Maybe you really are kind
But you didn’t stop talking
Long enough to hear me
And now and you’re gone
I can finally be free.
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