| There is a darkness
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| That sits in the back of your mind
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| We spent our youth creating futures
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| Where we both would have our time
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| We were 15, so naive
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| And blinded by possibilities
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| We used to feel so alive
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| What dulled your shine?
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| But there has got to be a better way
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| Then drowning in this hateful place
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| The look inside your mother’s eyes
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| When she found you blacked out on the couch
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| Waiting to die
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| And at the bottom of every bottle
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| There is a silence
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| Where you question
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| Your existence
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| Denying the fact that maybe there is
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| More to life than this
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| But there has got to be a better way
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| Then drowning in this hateful place
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| The look inside your mother’s eyes
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| When she found you blacked out on the couch
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| Waiting to die
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| And now the world
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| Will never know
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| The brother that I’ve
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| Grown to love
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| And I blame myself
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| Cause I didn’t realize
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| The sadness that consumed
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| Was always hidden by your smile
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| February 11th, the darkest day
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| I hope your soul will rest easy
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| And you’re no longer in pain
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| But there has got to be a better way
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| Then drowning in this hateful place
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| The look inside your mothers eyes
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| When she found you blacked out on the couch
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| Waiting to die |