The door opens into a new found face
The doctor shrugs saying,
"It can be replaced"
A woman sighs and asks for a quick reply
"You're moving on to a step
where everything is an excuse"

Maybe tonight
symmetry will not be disguised
Fake the funeral
so no one else knows
that this is pure fiction,
let reality de-compose
Feel the break in the sand
as you exit the room

Know not everything
you do will be for you