| The tears, the crying, this world is dying,
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| And all I can picture is black.
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| The lack, the sorrow, denuding the morrow,
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| Somehow it always comes back.
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| The distance, I’m further away from you now,
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| Drifting apart from my world.
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| This venture I’ve started, rejecting it all,
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| I’ll never let go of my word.
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| Clinging to fragments, pieces and segments,
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| Never have I been alone.
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| You’ve always been there, feeding my strength,
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| Always been there, at arms length,
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| Always been there, feeding my strength…
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| What I’ve become, the person I am,
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| Stands taller than most of you all,
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| The goals I set out to achieve in this world,
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| I’ve faced them now, both big and small.
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| The tears, the crying, please stop your lying,
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| And skip all your empty promises.
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| The lack, the sorrow, denuding our morrow,
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| But somehow, it cannot get darker than this.
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| The world, still at arms length… |