You Laugh the Same

You laugh the same,
every time I go
and when I come again;
It's feeling like the reign
of a simple fear;
that some day you won't be here.
Now, now, I think I'm sane,
but however long I stay
and play this stupid game;
I keep on moving back to you.
Thus when the future's coming clear
I begin to rearrange
the words that made it near;
so they are lost again;
and my weeping face starts
to look a little strange
in beating up my excuse;
while all I feed it is my youth

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