| I wake to find myself trapped in a frozen well, my hollow cell
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| Those same dark thoughts that creep through the window at night
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| Would leave me paralyzed
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| Eyes wide, searching for meaning in the fleeting nothings
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| I’ve tried forcing that feeling but I don’t believe myself
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| Starved for a truth to set me free
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| I long for your embrace
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| Scarred from the bitter memories
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| That tell me I should change
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| Eyes wide, sharp like a knife you’d use to pierce through my chest
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| I’ve tried cutting the ties but I can’t seem to help myself
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| Starved for a truth to set me free
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| I long for your embrace
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| Scarred from the bitter memories
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| That tell me I should change
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| But I am still my father’s son, the stubborn one
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| So I couldn’t listen
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| Carve out the heart and set me free
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| Before the colors fade
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| I’ll pretend to lift this heart of stone each time you draw near
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| In the end I’d rather sleep alone, but still I lie here
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| Over and over, again and again
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| Starved for a truth to set me free
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| I long for your embrace
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| Scarred from the bitter memories
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| That tell me I should change
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| But I am still my mother’s son, the troubled one
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| So I’ll keep my distance
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| Carve out the heart and set me free
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| Before the colors fade |