| If I could be someone, I’d play the fool
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| W/ broken glass & shattered dreams
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| To gather up my memories of you
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| Failure sets in these wounds
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| …and I’m torn apart inside this time
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| What’s real draws to a close
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| A reflection of all I’ve done wrong
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| I’m not the man I used to be
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| I need grief & misery to set me free
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| Half of me is dead and gone
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| Of all I’ve ever tried to be
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| Reveals what I don’t want to see
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| Fragments are all I have to document this life
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| (Picking up the pieces)
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| Look away not to face the guilt & the shame
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| …that weighs me down
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| I’m haunted by what resides inside
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| Or what hides behind my soul
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| Striving to find the core
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| The face appears in the mirror
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| The flaws & all the signs of age
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| Fragmented scenes from a memory
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| Struggling to find my own identity
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| Look away not to face the guilt & the shame
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| …that weighs me down |