| Well I’ve found in my search for clarity
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| That nothing I’ve lost belongs to me
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| I’ll never take the fall or crawl on my knees
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| For this dread I won’t let consume my dreams
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| Will we ever find the art in the atrophy?
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| Shame painted on the walls, etched in the stone
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| Cold face of me dying alone
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| There is nothing worth the wait
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| For peace, I’m always counting
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| Every second I don’t break
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| Do you even care?
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| I’m split in my head
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| I’m torn between the things I know
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| And the ways I cope
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| I’m sinking again
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| With the thought you need to grow
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| But you know you won’t
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| In and out, playing tricks on my shadow self
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| You said that I can’t be a quitter
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| Spilling lies under the guise of getting better
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| Yeah, I’m «Getting better,"never better balanced
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| I’m starting to crack images
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| Nailed to cross and eulogies
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| For the fallen hope that withers every second I believe
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| Come to find that some things are exactly as they seem
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| I’m split in my head
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| I’m torn between the things I know
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| And the ways I cope
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| I’m sinking again
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| With the thought you need to grow
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| But you know you won’t
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| It’s hard to see compassion through the red
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| Bitter hate has taken center stage again
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| But I’m not done fighting with the world I’m in
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| Are you sick of it yet; |
| all this pity? |