claim your place as victim in the perverse knowledge of something to fall back on with hands held so loosely so many times i tried not to wonder conflicts avoided words mumbled underbreath the truth buried out behind a face behind a face the advantage taken with no thought to ever rectify when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine claim your place as victim in the perverse knowledge of something to fall back on and again the face smiles but not mine