| Not so often now do I feel the cold that’s so familiar,
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| Come creeping back on lonely nights.
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| It feels as if I’m slowly taking control.
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| But then again, who knows?
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| Am I even in control?
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| Over and over again,
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| Why is it that when I’m moving forward,
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| I’m pulled into the wrong direction?
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| As I lose myself, I start to trace my steps.
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| I can’t do this again.
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| I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself,
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| What is it that I’m even trying to prove?
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| I need some closure, I need to move forward.
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| I need to prove to myself I’m not that fragile boy I once was.
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| But your name is pulling me down.
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| With the weight of four years, pulling me down.
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| I thought I was past this.
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| But surely, I’m not so sure.
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| I thought I was past this.
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| I thought I was past this.
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| I want to throw it away, but it can’t end this way.
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| I thought I’d broken these chains, but it will always remain.
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| Now rest my tired eyes.
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| I need a rest from my fucking mind.
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| I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself,
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| What is it that I’m even trying to prove?
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| I need some closure, I need to move forward.
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| I need a rest from my fucking mind.
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| I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself.
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| I’m fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself.
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| It’s time to rest my tired eyes. |