| I dwell on the times I’ve had
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| I can’t seem to leave the past
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| I’ve lost who I am inside
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| My spirit has long since died
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| My eyes, they no longer see
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| My ears, they don’t hear a sound
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| My lips, they have lost the taste
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| My hands, they no longer feel
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| Broken and torn am I withered and worm through time
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| So where do I go from here? |
| Contunie to breathe this fear?
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| Your eyes, never see me grieve
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| Yor ears, never hear my cries
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| Your lips, never speak the truth
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| Your hands, never hold me tight
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| This isn’t living, I’m only existing
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| I refuse to stay here and continue to live out this lie
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| So I shatter the hourglass, hoping my time will pass
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| Because I’ll only be noticed when my name is written in stone
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| My soul is made of glass
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| Weakend from sorrows past
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| I’ve lost all the will to try
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| So I slowly wait to die
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| How long should I will regret? |
| Why me? |
| I have paid my dues
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| So lost, how can I be found? |
| I wish time would heal my wounds
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| This isn’t living, I’m only existing
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| I refuse to stay here and continue to live out this lie
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| So I shatter the hourglass, hoping my time will pass
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| Because I’ll only be noticed when my name is written in stone
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| This isn’t living, I’m only existing
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| I refuse to stay here and continue to live out this lie
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| So I shatter the hourglass, hoping my time will pass
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| Because I’ll only be noticed when my name is written in stone |