| Okay so it might appear
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| To an outsider that you found your way up out of here
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| They’re saying you died of suicide
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| That’s the last thing I want to hear
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| They tell me that it’s hardly fair to blame myself
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| What a hell of a cross to bare
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| You didn’t say it in your letter
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| But the fact that I failed you is loud and clear
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| Found out the amount of fear
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| You would drown when you found yourself naked staring down a mirror
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| And partners are supposed to lay the cards bare
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| I left you playing solitaire, and I promise you that I’m sincere
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| If you’re looking for some judgment, you won’t find it here
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| Let’s be honest here
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| I can’t say I’ve never known that kind of despair
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| When the clouds appear, how’s life fair
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| I just want to draw you near
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| Not to make it about me, but how could you check out
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| Before you really allowed me a chance to sit down and hear?
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| I think I would’ve listened
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| Or were you saying it all along and I just missed it?
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| You sang your swan song, we all dismissed it
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| Because you filled the room with laughter
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| I watched when you thought no one was looking at you
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| In hind sight, I wonder where your smile went
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| When the party ended and you swallowed it
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| I saw you swallow it
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| Okay so it might appear
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| That you took yourself up out of here
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| How many cries soak through your disguise
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| Before you drown in your silent tears?
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| Okay so it might appear
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| That you took yourself up out of here
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| How many times can you fight for your life
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| Before you throw that white flag up and volunteer?
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| Okay so it might appear
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| That you took yourself up out of here
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| How many cries soak through your disguise
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| Before you drown in your silent tears?
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| Okay so it might appear
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| That you took yourself up out of here
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| How many times can you fight for your life
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| Before you throw that white flag up and volunteer?
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| I’ve had car accidents
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| Where everything is slow motion no matter how fast it’s happening
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| Every second that pass stretches so that you can watch it unraveling
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| But can’t always react to it
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| Your whole life might flash before your eyes
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| The minute when you transition to the other side
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| But what can actually happen in that time?
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| In-between the leaping and the moment you collide
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| In-between the trigger and the blast
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| In-between you let go of the wheel and you crash
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| In-between the moment when you swallow the last pill in the bottle
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| Turn out the lights, roll the dice on tomorrow
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| Is there a moment to reflect, can there be regret?
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| Is there a wait not yet, let me reset?
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| Or is it just too painful to accept?
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| That maybe death just seemed best
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| Okay so it might appear
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| That you took yourself up out of here
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| If you not winning, you can go down swinging
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| Even if it doesn’t feel like they’re fighting fair
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| Okay so it might appear
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| That you took yourself up out of here
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| I’m trying not to resent you
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| But you left me defenseless in the life we share
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| Every man before me in my fam died by his own hands
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| How am I supposed to understand my own role in the plan
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| When nobody who grows old stands a chance?
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| What about this mysterious dance
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| Made you cut the cord to the curtain in advance?
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| But these are questions I can only ask
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| The person looking back in the looking glass |