| Sifting through the ashes
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| With unsteady hands
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| Searching for the remnants
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| Of a broken man
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| A history of hollow lives
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| And low ideals
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| A backlog of wrongdoing
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| We can never conceal
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| I stand up
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| And walk away from the dross
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| Towards the doorway
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| Of our mutual and harrowing loss
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| The only way I know
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| To shake myself of this curse
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| Is to bring myself to something
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| That is measurably worse
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| I sought refuge in a house on fire
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| I took shelter in a wall of flame
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| I built a prison in my own subconscious
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| There’s nothing else left
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| Nothing else left to blame
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| Nothing else left
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| Emerging from the wreckage
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| Of a life that once was
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| Confounded by the damage
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| My own psyche does
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| I bear the scars
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| Of an insufferable will
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| And the tyrannical reign
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| It threatens to instill
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| Some seek control
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| By grabbing hold of their lives
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| In a futile attempt
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| To help themselves survive
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| I dig myself
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| Into a much deeper hole
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| Running from a fate
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| That I can never control
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| I sought refuge in a house on fire
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| I took shelter in a wall of flame
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| I built a prison in my own subconscious
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| There’s nothing else left
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| Nothing else left to blame
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| Nothing else left
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| I woke up
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| In a column of ash
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| While the world came down
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| In a horrible crash
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| I was naive
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| For ever wanting this much
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| Using self-deception
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| As my only crutch
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| Footsteps diverge
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| From the path they once walked
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| Words are eclipsed
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| By the language they talked
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| Actions betrayed
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| By promises broken
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| Flames consume intentions
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| Best left unspoken
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| I sought refuge in a house on fire
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| I took shelter in a wall of flame
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| I built a prison in my own subconscious
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| There’s nothing else left
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| Nothing else left to blame
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| Nothing else left to blame
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| Nothing else left to blame
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| Nothing else left to blame
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| Nothing else left |