| There must be more, to this vacant room that i’ve been sitting in
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| Scratching at the walls, imprisoned in this state of mind
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| Brought into life with no hope in sight
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| Scratching at the walls of my new found home, the paint sits deep under my nails
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| A constant reminder of the attempts ive made, To escape from this place,
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| to free myself from pain
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| To loosen these chains
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| To escape from this place, to free myself from pain
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| To rid my heart of hate. |
| Rid my life of hate
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| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through
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| Isolated from the truth (from the truth)
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| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen
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| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease. |
| There must be more to this life
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| of mine
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| There is something deep inside that testifies of a greater kind
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| I cannot simply reach out for something better
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| I sit here incapable of such a feat, predetermined defeat
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| Unable to see past these walls around me
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| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through
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| Isolated from the truth (from the truth)
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| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen
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| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease
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| My heart, it needs to change
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| I need a change |