| «Until death» used to mean something more
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| Than a proverb framed on the walls of a broken home
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| Closed doors can only hide so much
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| Pacing through this hallway, I listen in disgust
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| As you divide my mind and force my years into minutes
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| Destroy the hands of time, the hands that made me whole
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| What if I become a silhouette of this very same thing?
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| Then everything you taught me seems to start fading
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| Oh, how am I now to survive as a heart divided
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| Between the very hands that made me whole?
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| Did you even notice, all I wanted was more of your time
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| Wasted on hating, when love’s what should’ve made you blind
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| Did you even notice, all I wanted was more of your time
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| Wasted on hating, when love’s what should’ve made you blind
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| You can only forgive so much
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| Before you give up because there’s no trust
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| At least you tried and that’s just fine
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| But how the hell do I know I’m not next in line?
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| It’s not my fault, then why am I
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| In the middle of this burning bridge?
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| Tell me, oh, how am I now to survive as a heart divided
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| Between the very hands that made me whole?
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| Did you even notice, all I wanted was more of your time
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| Wasted on hating, when love’s what should’ve made you blind
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| Did you even notice, all I wanted was more of your time
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| Wasted on hating, when love’s what should’ve made you blind
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| I am the one who suffers from your bullshit
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| I’m the one who suffers
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| My world divided by the hands that made me whole |