| I’m not sure what’s coming, but I’m sure I can handle it
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| Illuminated path by the flicker of candle wicks
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| We prop up meaningless trinkets with our mantle bricks
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| Some doors ajar, but with others the handle sticks
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| Show me the walls of your mind, I’ll show what a vandal is
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| Dive into the cesspool and swim with the scandalous
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| Consciously out of step with all of the fashion trends
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| Show me a relationship and I’ll show what an actor is
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| Another day just breathing
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| Another day in hopes to find my mind
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| Another day just believing
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| Another day I’m not too far behind
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| Another day
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| ‘Where is there to go?' |
| is what I wrote on my heart’s page
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| Sick of tryna dig a tunnel out of this dark age
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| My moniker is three parts compassion, one part rage
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| Colluding with binge attacks, the kick back of a 12 gauge
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| Staggering to stand, overcome by this art daze
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| Cloudy with a chance of self-esteem in my art days
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| Don’t know which way to go in this dark maze
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| Is this the place reality and sanity part ways?
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| Another day just breathing
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| Another day in hopes to find my mind
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| Another day just believing
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| Another day I’m not too far behind
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| Another day just breathing
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| Another day in hopes to find my mind
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| Another day just believing
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| Another day I’m not too far behind
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| Another day |