| I find myself, again with empty hands and an empty heart
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| It’s always there
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| Even if I close my eyes, it lives in my mind
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| Where do I put my trust when it seems this battle has no end?
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| If these walls could speak they’d tell me fear isn’t real
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| One of many sentiments I can’t feel
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| The path is blocked
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| By mountains as far as eyes can see
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| Take farewell of how it used to be
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| The path is blocked
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| Trying to find your place along the climb
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| Reach the summit above the clouds
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| I persist. |
| Knowing I’m breathing but there’s no air
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| High above burns identity, it breathes without oxygen
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| All it takes is to step outside, another page for every step I take
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| But it’s written in a language that I can’t read
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| That I don’t understand
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| That I don’t understand
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| The path is blocked
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| By mountains as far as eyes can see
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| Take farewell of how it used to be
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| The path is blocked
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| Trying to find your place along the climb
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| Reach the summit above the clouds
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| I persist. |
| Knowing I’m breathing but there’s no air
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| High above burns identity, it breathes without oxygen
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| I’ll put my trust in myself
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| I’ll put my trust in myself |