| I brought this on myself this time
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| Kryptonite scars up and down my body
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| Wishing for hope, for redemption, for mercy
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| Expecting everything and getting nothing
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| I REACH OUT for a helping hand, but
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| ALL I FEEL is the cold, lifeless air
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| NOW I SEE that there’s nothing there
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| Buried beneath my misery, when I’m dead and gone remember me
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| I hold the keys to release my safety
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| My compass pointed in the right direction
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| I just wish the map I had an X for the end
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| Not for the treasure that doesn’t exist
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| As the sun shines no longer
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| And the wind stops caressing my shoulder
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| I reflect on my expired youth
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| As the rest of me decays with the roots
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| I reach out with a helping hand, but
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| All I feel is cold, lifeless air
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| Now I see there’s nothing there
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| Buried beneath my misery
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| The seasons change infinitely
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| As I rot expecting divinity
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| I REACH OUT for a helping hand, but
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| ALL I FEEL is the cold lifeless air
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| NOW I SEE that there’s nothing there
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| Buried beneath my misery, when I’m dead and gone remember me |