| I know this state of mind is my blind side
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| I don’t know what to expect and how it feels right
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| I let hysteria cloud my view
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| I let confusion always get the best of me
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| I don’t know how to define my own reactions
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| To all dependencies and distractions
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| Funny how depression takes control
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| And the illusion that I’m always ahead of it
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| Hate — I can embrace it
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| Pain — I’m sure I’ll face it
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| The guilt that’s left inside
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| Leads to suicide
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| Faith — I can’t regain it
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| Blame — I can’t sustain it
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| To live and not deny
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| A need for suicide
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| I know how to behave on the outside
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| I have proven myself to be upright
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| I’m not afraid to lose my mind
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| I’m just surprised that it took so long for me
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| I’m not sweating at all nor short of breath
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| But how can I be so sure of what I don’t have
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| I let hysteria guide my ways
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| I’m sure obscurity is not really helping here
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| Hate — I can embrace it
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| Pain — I’m sure I’ll face it
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| The guilt that’s left inside
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| Leads to suicide
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| Faith — I can’t regain it
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| Blame — I can’t sustain it
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| To live and not deny
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| A need for suicide
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| If I could only observe my own actions
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| Every little detail of this affection
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| In the light of day it looks so wrong
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| In the dead of night it does make sense to me
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| Is there hate to embrace and does it help me
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| To reduce the pain to a lower degree
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| Or can I do leave it all behind
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| I’m sure I can embrace the end of everything
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| «Embrace the end of everything»
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| Hate — I can embrace it
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| Pain — I’m sure I’ll face it
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| The guilt that’s left inside
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| Leads to suicide
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| Faith — I can’t regain it
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| Blame — I can’t sustain it
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| To live and not deny
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| A need for suicide |