| My search for truth
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| My search for purpose
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| In your selfish actions and manipulation
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| Always proves useless
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| You will waste a lifetime of breath
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| On one empty cause after the next
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| You will never find relief
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| From the constant sharp sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach
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| When you look around a crowded room
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| And know everyone sees through you
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| So bend and contort to fit the shape
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| Of people and ideals that you imitate
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| This construct of «self» you’re holding together
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| One day soon is bound to shatter
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| Into broken shards that collect at your feet
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| This is what you are, this is all you’ll ever be |