| Where is the sun?
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| My darkest days have come
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| The light is dimming, the warmth is receding
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| Why do I only push it away?
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| I can’t’t escape this setting sun
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| I’m so afraid of the dark
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| With weary hands I try and bring it in
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| I pull and pull. |
| Why does it feel so far away?
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| I knew this day would come but I never prepared for this
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| Still I struggle; |
| still I struggle within myself
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| These questions try to break me in
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| Who am I? |
| What have I become?
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| I’m just a broken mess of things left undone…
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| Still I feel the darkness closing in…
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| Now I know I can’t let this go. |
| My depravity has taken hold of all I am
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| I am losing all that I wanted
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| I trusted the one thing that should not be trusted
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| My humanity lies in wait like wolves at the door
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| Give me your strength, I need the embrace with the darkness closing in
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| I long to feel the sun and it’s rays on my face
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| Now lift me up so far away from this place
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| I can’t find my way out of this; |
| where is the sun? |