Now, why is it I live in the past because cavemen med never had to worry about speaking and once that began, well sticks and stones may break my bones but words, the things words will do. “Too Far to Cave”, yeah I don’t think we can ever return.
And have I left the cave
not with this echo
a friend would say hello
but for me to say “hey”
Like what Desdemona didn’t say to Othello
so no one was saved
Only here I remain a slave
because what I would say would go
heard but not forgave
Perhaps I will never know
Tell me, say what I need to say
As you tell me to shut up and so
I will return to that cave which is now too far
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