| Who is this hurting mother?
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| Don’t want to be her now
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| Who in the hell’s that sad reflection?
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| How did I lose myself?
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| How many times I walk the river, wondering what life’s for
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| Sobbing beneath the staid performance
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| Too scared to let it out
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| Duty calls… duty calls…
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| Who is this hurting daughter
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| Going down the rabbit hole?
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| Falling into a crushing darkness
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| Shedding skins of the soul
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| How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself?
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| Weight of an overcoat of sorrow
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| Too sensitive for this world
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| Duty call… duty calls…
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| Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals
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| Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten
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| Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed
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| Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill
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| Start another morning, wake to the alarm
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| Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car
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| Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow
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| Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes…
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| I don’t want to go
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| I don’t want to live this
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| I don’t want this life
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| There is more than this
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| Who is that serious child
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| The one left alone?
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| Mother is in the kitchen crying again
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| No use to ask for help
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| So it goes… so it goes… |