we move through the motions now
like we've done before
(and it was you who had the nerve...)
i don't really blame human nature
but i blame you now
because you know what you are doing
and you know that i have no fault here
and so now
as we (not so slowly) turn into metal and gears and bolts
looking for a heart to match your axe
you cry yourself into a tin statue for eternity
and so now i ask
where's dorothy when you need her?
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