| All I’ve ever longed for
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| Was it a waste of time, or will I get mine?
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| Abandon me, and I’ll adapt to the loss
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| What a dark and fragile place this is
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| I am stuck in between the lines of understanding
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| What it is to merely exist, and to prosper
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| I can’t believe I’m alive
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| Amidst the world taking away everything I am
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| All I am, all I am
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| All I’ve ever longed for, was it a waste of time
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| Or will I get mine?
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| Abandon me, and I’ll adapt to the loss
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| Quintessential growth, in the palm of your hand
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| Winter embrace me and all I am
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| Forgotten souls bask in the bitter cold
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| The feeling of being cherished, is an unfamiliar one
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| Leave me be under the leaves, in the wake of spring
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| I’ll be descending in my sinking sleep
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| Wishful thinkers
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| We are the ones with a seed of hope
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| With no space to grow
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| We are the ones
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| That hold what little we have so close
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| My mind longs to be still once more
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| What a dark and fragile place this is
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| I am stuck in between the lines of understanding
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| What it is to merely exist, and to prosper
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| But in my mind, I’ll be fine
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| But in my mind, I’ll be fine
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| I am forever in debt, to the ones who left
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| I would never ask the world a favor
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| It would never happen |