| My vision’s fading fast
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| As it narrows at the edge
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| What is my focal point?
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| Neon shapes move like waves under eyelids
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| A blinding light that can not be unseen
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| Shapeless appearances, a future apparition of myself
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| I’m stuck in an infinite loop
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| Where every week feels the same
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| These past four years are becoming a blur
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| Time tunnel vision
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| Perceive the world with one goal in mind, putting it all on the fucking line
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| How could I give up on what’s barely been started?
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| I know that, there’s expectations for failure
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| How could I give up on what’s barely been started?
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| What’s the risk of risking it all?
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| There’s a rift between aspiration and reality, apathy is my worst enemy
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| I won’t crumble, I won’t crack
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| There’s a rift between aspiration and reality, apathy is my worst enemy
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| I won’t crumble, in this endeavour
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| Tunnel vision, trying to find meaning in wavelengths of different shades
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| My vision’s fading fast
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| As it narrows at the edge
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| What is my focal point?
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| Neon shapes move like waves under eyelids
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| A blinding light that can not be unseen
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| I’ve been stuck with time tunnel vision
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| Dim lights cast weak but straight lines a blurred edge
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| Its surface, and the sky, on the edge, on the edge
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| Keep me from caving in
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| Realities set through the scattered thoughts I’ve grown used to
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| I’d kill for a glimpse to see the world
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| How I used to, how I used to see it all
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| Fading lights and neon shapes, fall into a time loop |