| I used to think.
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| That you were good.
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| That you were passionate.
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| Your life seemed to be.
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| What you wanted the most.
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| You screwed up.
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| All for you dreams.
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| By pushing everyone that was around you.
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| I need to breathe.
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| To keep control.
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| A twisted quest for power has begun.
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| Re the time.
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| I want to erase the moment.
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| When you decided to come along.
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| Your mind.
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| Memories.
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| Of what’s left behind.
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| Your guts are hungry.
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| And your head crammed with stress.
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| Your mind.
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| Memories.
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| Of what’s left behind.
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| Your heart won’t follow.
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| You can’t stand yourself.
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| Look around.
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| Trying to reach.
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| Everything that you failed.
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| Don’t budge.
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| You won’t succeed.
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| You’re already half a decade too late.
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| When I take my last strength.
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| To water down what’s behind.
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| I know you are lost because the fire won’t stop.
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| Plunge your eyes.
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| Go strait in mine.
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| The vulture in my heart will hunt you down; |
| the need to scream.
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| To forget about control.
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| A two player challenge for power won’t be won.
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| Looking at you.
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| Still and cold I have no regrets.
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| Your tears don’t reach my thoughts.
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| Don’t look for comfort in my eyes.
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| Grab ahold of yourself.
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| Change the speed of your breath.
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| I want to erase the moment.
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| When you decided to come along.
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| Your guts are hungry.
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| And your head crammed with stress.
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| Your mind.
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| Memories of what’s left behind.
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| I won’t take any time.
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| Trying to know you better.
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| You strike again.
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| And crash on my world.
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| You make me remember what I can’t stand you.
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| Is this even real or just in your built up stories? |