It’s
not about beauty,
It’s
just about fear
About
something I had
That’s
now no longer here
It’s
not what I see
Or
think that is there
It’s
what could happen
That
gets me to care
It’s
fear without reason
Fear
without aim
Fear
without thought
But
it’s there all the same.
And
it comes with this voice
Telling
me to withhold
and
go back to the numbers
I
knew I controlled
Because
two and two make four
And
four is more than three
But
when I’m not counting’s
I
don’t know how much it’ll be
Because
counting makes me certain
When
I’m counting I can see
It’s
the one place in my life
My
doubt could never be
Because
two and two make four
And
four is more than three
But
I might as well be blind
if
that is all that I can see.
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