| Clinging to the edge of my sanity and I’m about to lose my grip.
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| 3285 taking it’s toll on my life.
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| Who is this man that stares back from the mirror?
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| Is this beast my own creation?
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| As the final grain of sand drops free from the hourglass, I’ve lost sight.
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| I’m looking away.
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| I’m not the same.
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| I’m not the boy who wrote those words.
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| Can’t shake the shame; |
| with my head in my hands is there anything worse than
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| forgetting your ways?
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| Than forgetting those nights and forgetting those days?
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| I am to blame.
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| I’m looking away.
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| I’m walking away.
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| Tearing from the inside.
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| Hearing voices, seeing signs.
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| Trying to find the answers.
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| Losing ground, I’ve lost my mind.
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| I could never imagine; |
| I could never perceive how this ending would come.
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| Always figured that something; |
| always figured that someone would tell me I’m
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| done, but the fighting has killed me, and the fire within me has stifled and
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| died.
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| Now they’re looking within me and they’re looking right through me,
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| exposing this lie.
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| Tearing from the inside.
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| Hearing voices, seeing signs.
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| Trying to find the answers.
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| Losing ground, I’ve lost my mind.
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| I’ve become the downside.
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| Everything we once built I’ve destroyed.
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| I am one with suicide…
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| stumbling through this endless void.
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| I am the apocalypse.
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| Betrayal on my lips.
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| Walking alone through this abyss, my purpose remains clear…
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| Freedom.
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| I walk free.
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| Walking free from the chains of a dead man.
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| I walk free.
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| I walk free from these chains. |