| This is to anyone out there that’s listening
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| From anyone who ever let you down and went missing
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| Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
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| Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
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| This is to anyone out there that’s listening
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| From everyone that ever let you down and went missing
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| Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
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| Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
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| I’m sorry I wasn’t who you thought I was
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| Fuck it, I’m sorry I wasn’t who I thought I was
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| I said no matter what, I’d always be there, but that wasn’t honest
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| Because I’m not
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| And cause that ain’t how life goes
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| Broken promise
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| Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys
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| I thought it was black and white like that
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| That I could nurture my good side
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| But I’ve caused hurt and I’ve stripped pride
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| Both on the surface and inside
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| I wasn’t cursed with a dark side, I was just normal
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| Average, regular, nothing special, I’m telling you
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| Just being human makes you both God and the Devil’s clear replica
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| I’ve had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way
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| And at the time, I meant every single word I would say
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| Every word of love, and every word of hate
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| Every time I would adore, and every time I’d berate
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| But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade
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| Making liars of both the threats and the promises made
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| But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
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| How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
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| A lie can’t be a lie if you mean it at the time
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| How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
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| This is to anyone out there that’s listening
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| This is to
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| This is to anyone out there that’s still breathing
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| I bought a heartbreak hotel
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| On my own, with no investors
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| Closed it down and opened the «Fuck you, get over it» bed and breakfast
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| In loving memory of having loving memories
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| Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies
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| Typically poetically dramatic endings
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| Were once a trademark of mine
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| Patents pending
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| And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways
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| Was always grander than the connections of the early days
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| When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning
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| Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans
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| Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened
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| An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement
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| Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered
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| I’d rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures
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| An unconditional love? |
| Well, that just means nothing
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| In love with the mere idea of loving something
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| Always just hunting for that near-life experience
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| In fear of missing something vital from your own existence
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| All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
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| Less about how you’re feeling
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| More about how you fucking depict it
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| But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along
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| That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily
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| seem
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| Pedestrian
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| You’ve lost both that loving and that loathing feeling
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| Turns out, hell does have a bottom
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| And heaven, a ceiling
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| Both love and hate become opaque in time’s wake
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| A face that once summons rage, now summons nothing
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| Whether it’s emotions tethered, nerve endings severed
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| Or just the outlook you acquire when you’re a little more weathered
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| Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it
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| Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish
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| But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
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| How can a lie be a lie if you mean it? |