It's my own
Personal stranger
That stands between you and I
It's my own personal danger
And not the same guy.
I cringe in the middle
And mentally fall over the side
It plays me like a worn fiddle
Until nothing to hide
I'm the water
In the crevice that is whirling
And amongst the confusing folds
My mind is curling.

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