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i have promised myself a lot of things for the past year... none of them were ever taken into account. new year. but i cannot help but ask, "what is new, anyway?" don't get me wrong. i have enjoyed (?) pretty much a lot of things for the past couple of months but everytime i try to look back i cannot help but wonder if there is indeed any "accomplishment" in my part. oh, yeah. i didn't cry this new year. used to shedding tears on new year's eve. but this time it's different. perhaps because i cannot. pretenses. masks. lies. cover-ups. too tired. when will it end? when will it start? let 'em sing... as what they said, pantomine In my fantasy, I’m a Pantomime I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean Words are too messy, and it’s way past time To end in my mouth paint my face white and tried To reinvent the sea, one wave a time Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight I ain’t afraid to let it out I’m not afraid to take that fall But I have found beyond all doubt You say more by saying nothing at all In my fantasy, no such thing as time Minutes bleed into days avant garde and show Me your heresies, and I’ll show you mine We only speak in Pantomimes on this carpet ride I ain’t afraid to let it out I’m not afraid to take that fall But I found beyond all doubt You say more by saying nothing at all In my fantasy, you look good entwined In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine You’re my deep secret I’m your Pantomime I’ll just move my hands I’ll promise you’ll see what I mean |