| Forced to wake everyday, but never really waking up
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| Like a cross I must bear, accepting this, is the hardest part
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| White towers fill my mouth. |
| Breathe in, in mere moments
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| This will pass, and things will change
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| Waiting. |
| Embracing calm before the storm
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| Wondering what the future may have in store
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| As I ponder these things, what’s happening to me?
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| My breathing is normal, my eyes are open
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| But nothings in front of me
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| I have been here before
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| But I can’t seem to find my way out this time
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| I’m staring out the window and I’m seeing my ideal life
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| But I can’t seem to find the latch to open it up
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| Will I be Back? |
| Can we make our way back?
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| I knew these things, happened often
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| But what happened to me?
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| It’s reality now because
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| This must mean that I’ve lost everything
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| Can we make our way back?
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| Times like these I feel so vulnerable and mass-less
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| I know that this shield from the sun will lift
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| We will walk the brittle lines
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| And our name will stand the test of time
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| This will bring everything to light
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| 11:11. |
| Haunts me. |
| And now I’m wondering, will I be back? |