| I’m realizing just how sorry I truly am for all the shame and self-deception
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| Like it all just came apart
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| Each cause, each pause, finite, imperfect flaws
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| I’ve reached my utter zenith, tearing through this shallow moderation
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| Pray there’s no cause to pacify what’s left undone
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| Just lucid traces of a path we chose to stray from long ago
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| What kind of fool revisits blights and contradictions once he’s free?
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| «Just let it go» she said, along with every tired turn of phrase I’ve ever heard
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| It leaves me empty because I know she’s got it right
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| And I’ve been so passive -- more contagious than inspired --
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| A little light breathed into darkness where nothing ever really grows
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| Pray there’s no cause to pacify what’s left undone
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| Just lucid traces of a path we chose to stray from long ago
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| What kind of fool revisits blights and contradictions once he’s free?
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| Your best taints the rest. |
| Fools like up and they swallow
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| Following the same apprehensive state of mind that we follow down
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| So many wasted days hiding out in the shadows
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| Sorrow filtered through the cracks of what becomes of tomorrow
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| Nothing left but the truth, shine a light and we got it
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| Draw yourself to a place where the lies are forgotten now
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| Prepared for the worst of what becomes of the others
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| Just one more life for me to sacrifice |