I had a falling out with mystery
The shadows creep from me
That which made you so intrigued
Now nothing but a tease
My relationship with cool went sour
For I stole them from my books
The shades fell off into a puddle
You have definitely been mistook
I've lost communication with my editor
Who made me 6 feet tall
My speech, once filtered, now raw as day
I stumble through them all
But through it all I befriended fear
Who tells me you're packed to go
So I'll ready myself with shields and such
Hold back tears so no one knows
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