| Is this where
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| I’m staged?
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| Reduced to the central core of my failures
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| It’s weighing me down
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| Every time
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| I find myself towards a newer light (newer light)
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| It constantly leaves the room dimmer
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| As it fades in a realm of disappointment
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| Where
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| I am as certain of my dark misjudgments
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| I am heavily shifting the angle towards myself (myself)
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| Ripples through my heart
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| Bottomless collapsing pressure on my shoulders
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| Revealing my down casted, weightless self
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| Weightless (weightless)
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| In a collapsing cycle within my own lucidness
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| I am found defeated and beaten
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| I am heated, yet weakened
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| As my disallowance creeps within me
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| Within me, more than a man
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| Once spoken to be limitless to one’s self
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| Unbounded from the disappointment
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| I won’t let this anger me further
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| To bring forth my potential
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| My potential
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| I have been unbounded
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| Finally limitless
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| This is my stage
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| To erase all failures that weakened my soul
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| Lift me upward
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| Towards the mountains so
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| I can see the clouds
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| To bring forth my potential
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| Within me, more than a man
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| Once spoken to be limitless to one’s self
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| Unbounded from the disappointment
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| I won’t let this anger me further
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| To bring forth my potential |