| The morning rise, earth’s suspended state as it turns on its side
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| I can see the comet fade and the fear in me subsides
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| I often wonder, as the abyss above me, seems deeper at night
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| Is there another me somewhere staring back up to my eyes
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| Am I less of a man if I broke down and said I couldn’t be on my own
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| Or is sincerity lost and being alone is a friend I’ve come to know
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| We stepped along the moonlit bridge way glorifying a nostalgic past
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| So for every dwell, that’s draped in black, if this is love, I’m taking it back
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| I try to survive the rapture waking up alone in the dark
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| Even if I try to keep it together, I’m still falling apart
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| I’m falling apart
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| I was searching for closure, shut the final door and turn to face the cold
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| If it gets any deeper, I’ll be digging a shallow grave
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| Waking up, has never been the same
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| I’m still afraid of change, I’m clinging on to the past
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| But every goodbye you whispered was supposed to be your last
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| I’ve become the wrath, consumed inside of my head
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| This deciduous mind, I’m forgetting, I’ve come undone
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| We’re all waiting to die, scared to death of dying alone |