| It’s the end of the world in the face of friend with his head in his hands,
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| The sun hid below the horizon.
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| I watch as he weeps, screaming hate into me like the truth that it has come to
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| be.
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| You emulate the pattern, giving the stitch some consistency.
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| It’s hard to believe this is what you wanted.
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| At the bottom nothing matters, not the tool that you use to escape,
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| Just the scapegoat to place all the blame.
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| At the end of it all we cannot make you stop all the things that you are doing
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| to yourself.
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| You cry, you cry out, you cry out for help, but what you do with it is not
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| worth the while.
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| It’s the end of the world in the face of two friends with their heads in their
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| hands,
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| The sun hasn’t shown since the falling.
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| Out with the old and now in with the new found void, lower now than ever before.
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| You emulate the pattern, giving stitch some consistency.
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| It’s hard to believe this is what you wanted.
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| At the bottom nothing matters, not the ones you choose to betray,
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| Just the scapegoat to place all the blame.
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| At the end of it all we cannot make you stop all the things that you are doing
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| to yourself.
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| You cry, you cry out, you cry out for help, but what you do with it is not
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| worth the while.
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| Alone in your tomb, a drink for every sad song I’ve shown you.
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| So what did I do? |
| Best intentions only to contribute.
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| I won’t disappear, but you’ll be closer with the photos on your mirror.
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| It’s my last attempt left.
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| Just have some faith when I tell you it’s all for the best.
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| At the end of it all we cannot make you stop all the things that you are doing
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| to yourself.
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| You cry, you cry out, you cry out for help, but what you do with it is not
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| worth the while. |