| You learn a lot about honesty from the dried out leaves of the fallen trees in
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| your life
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| Forgiving pathetic excuses for long term abuse is something I could never
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| justify with God
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| You live in a lonely state of denial and self-decay
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| A living reminder of buried weight you never shed in the first place
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| Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls
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| (Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)
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| Replace my every flaw, the ones you never even saw
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| (As if you tried to, you never tried to)
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| We dream in color, but see in black and white
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| Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies
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| Someday your true contrite will find you
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| Your world is what you’ve made it
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| Is this all you bartered for?
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| Your world is what you’ve made it
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| Is this all you bartered for?
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| You live in a lonely state of denial and self-decay
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| A living reminder of buried weight you never shed in the first place
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| Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls
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| (Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)
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| Replace my every flaw, the ones you never even saw
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| (As if you tried to, you never tried to)
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| We dream in color, but see in black and white
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| Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies
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| Someday your true contrite will find you |