| Trapped in a prison that’s built on belief
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| Playing the victim, consumed by my grief
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| Tricks my mind plays using old memories
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| Painting them blacker than when they were real
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| After a while I get unsatisfied
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| I will get out of these knots I have tied
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| This pain I hold lives in my soul
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| Yet I must learn to let it go
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| I must go on, I must be strong
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| It’s always darkest right before dawn
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| Hostile imagery inside my head
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| Focused on anger, defeat and regret
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| Inaction is an action in itself
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| This is the darkest that I’ve ever felt
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| Impending change is a must to survive
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| I’m just existing, not really alive
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| I’m just going through the motions, but no living
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| I must take back what I’ve lost and fight my demons
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| I embrace my darker side
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| Knowing that it’s part of life
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| Even with my war inside
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| I will rise again
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| This pain I hold lives in my soul
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| Yet I must learn to let it go
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| I must go on, I must be strong
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| It’s always darkest right before dawn |