| These things which I so often wonder
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| This need to create myself
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| Frustration forgotten through slumber
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| Its there when I wake
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| Defeated before I rise
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| Id pull myself out of his mire
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| If I could collect my strength
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| Or muster an ounce of desire
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| Finding the words, and making them mine
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| Is there somewhere
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| I could seperate this feeling from memory
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| Disconnect myself from me?
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| Desire inside to mistreat you
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| It pushes words out of my mouth
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| This cyclical pattern I feed you
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| The back and forth, and up and down
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| But still here you are
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| Behind this veil of pious revelation
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| Ill close my eyes and look for worth inside
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| I dont deserve you
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| Relinquishing hope for the future
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| I try not to hate it so But you are a bridge to those memories
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| I try to forget, if you only knew
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| Is there somewhere to occupy emotion
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| A room to keep my rage away from you?
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| Just tell me when these hopeless days are over
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| Ill open my eyes and see my new sun rise
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| I dont deserve this |