| So cold in the breaking hours
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| How we prayed for winter
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| So we could share our warmth
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| But the dawn comes on bitter
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| The voices still echo
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| From early morning phone calls
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| That never brought good news
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| Still holding this broken mirror
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| So old in this life long fever
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| A new face to be shamed hidden in every crack
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| Yes I know it’s just shattered glass
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| But it feels like I may never find my way home
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| And I’ll never get used to this part
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| The failure of my human heart
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| It gives everything away
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| That I just want to hold inside
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| To keep one thing in this life
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| Safe from prying eyes
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| All these lies all this time
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| How are we not collapsing?
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| How do I hope for a life I know I don’t deserve?
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| I know…
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| All these lies all this time
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| How are we not collapsing?
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| How do I hope for a life I know I don’t deserve?
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| So cold in the breaking hours
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| How we prayed for winter
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| So we could share each other’s warmth
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| But the dawn comes on bitter when no one is calling
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| The perfect reflection, the reason I’m falling
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| I shatter to fragments
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| They pierce through the new skin
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| Crawl back in the mirror
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| And noone will look in
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| How do I hope for a life? |