| So many wrong ways, so many scars
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| So many empty days into this world of grey
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| I clench my hands, standing on edge, now isolated
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| With no redemption to be found
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| I’ve wasted so many words
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| I’ve grown into the realm of lies
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| I have no purpose or glorious goals
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| To lead my soul
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| God, tell me why I have to face
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| This state of slow disintegration
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| So many gestures, so many nights
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| Trying to fight my fears, to delay misery
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| A very last time before I die
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| I let it go away and I just give up once again
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| All my expectations,
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| all the lives I could have dreamt of
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| All of this will turn to dust,
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| scattered in a wind of misery
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| A random shift in suffering scales,
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| a vanishing grain of sand
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| Into the sea of nothingness
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| I’ve lost all hope or faith
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| And I’ll fall deep into oblivion, a wish to not share the pain
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| I’m far beyond all denial and vain negation
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| I desecrate the foundations of my own existence
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| I’m lost into the purest darkness
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| I suffocate under the weight of grief and deception
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| Tell me why we all remain
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| Engulfed into sheer emptiness
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| I cannot see the light beyond |