| It was the loss
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| Of youthful purity
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| They created their path
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| Seeked for insecurity
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| And fed
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| On the low self-esteem
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| The problem
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| In the solution
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| A black cycle
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| Made or relying on true fiction
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| Shades of truth
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| Lost in farfetched ridiculous stories
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| The mastery of language is the forfeit
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| Answer to stay in
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| Denial and stand by
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| The storm, the storm
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| The entire walls
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| Were built with sand bricks
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| As everything piled up
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| The architect was left drained
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| All factors that bared upon him, always justified
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| Always made of excuses
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| Refusal, all consequences removed
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| And solutions refused, eyes closed on the scale of it
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| This delusional world is euphoric, is in his hands
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| Master in
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| Procrastination with pernicious social skills
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| Finding comfort in all of his beliefs
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| Walking on eggshells
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| Underachieved
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| Broken
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| This self-inflicted, hazed, deluded
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| Did you ever believe your own bullshit?
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| Numerous were fooled
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| With nice words and catch phrases
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| And the canvas finely created
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| Keep it spinning, before everything crashes
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| Almost invincible
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| You’ve touched the sky in a hurtful escape
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| Your vivid imagination glazed a pitiful existence
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| Sip slowly on your victory, your reign is merely empty
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| The facade
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| In pieces, you are exposed
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| Knife sharp facts
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| Broke their way to the top
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| Deceiving everyone
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| With sadness and disgust
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| It was the loss
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| Of youthful purity
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| They created their path
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| Seeked for insecurity
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| And fed
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| On the low self-esteem
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| I can forgive
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| I just won’t forget
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| We can forgive
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| We just won’t forget |