| If time could mend my heart
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| I’d find a way out from the dark
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| Decaying, betraying
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| Where will I place the blame?
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| Should I lose my way?
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| Relenting, lamenting?
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| Hurled outside myself
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| Watching my whole world break
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| Questioning reality
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| If I can find a way to escape the rain
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| And leave us forsaken
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| Floating away
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| You’re running away from—
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| You’re pushing away far from me
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| Solace disappearing
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| But you can’t see that you’re killing me
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| This I am screaming
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| But you can’t seem to stop killing me
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| But I am not a saint
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| For thinking every world I wrote
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| Tracing every part, replaying it slow
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| I see you tightening the noose in your eyes
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| Watch you bring an end to this life
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| Cutting me down
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| Solace disappearing
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| But you can’t see that you’re killing me
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| This I am screaming
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| But you can’t seem to stop killing me
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| Pieces of my soul
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| Pulling apart again, slow
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| Fragment in shadow, my thoughts
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| Left bleeding and broken
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| I hope I’ll find out
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| What it means to be free
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| Live on, and on, and on
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| Come to realize we’re leaving in our dreams
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| Could this really be the end of me?
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| So I’ll just draw my last breath
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| The darkness in you
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| Consuming within, and again, and again
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| I stand still
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| Left here encased in this small
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| You’re so cold, you’re so cold
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| Just don’t come and be honest, below
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| Sink down into this hole
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| You’re so cold, you’re so cold
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| Just don’t come and be honest, below
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| So say it
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| Say it
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| But now you’re alone |