What do I look like to you?
I am a fool, and I run a fools loop.
Why is it like there is a pair of hand over my eyes.
Obstructing all the little lights from view.
Im growing more blind by the second.
But somehow you reach through.
I don't know how else to say it.
So I wont try.
But when those hands are over my eyes.
It's your voice that guides me home.
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