| The callus left by years of steady self-destruction
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| Has finally dried and cracked like thinnest clay
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| The irritation pours out from repression
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| These are the things I thought I threw away
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| Strange how you cannot change when you want
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| But see that I am no chameleon here
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| So all of this comes back to who I was
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| Before the wind had blown away my fear
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| No matter what you do to avoid them
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| Your past and problems will not wander off
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| And like a boulder on the path to self-corruption
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| The light between the cracks is not enough
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| You call unto the walls that you construed
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| The walls that break my shattered body’s fall
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| You cannot undermine what I am feeling
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| The only thing I want is to feel nothing at all
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| Digging in your lithosphere
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| Why aren’t all the answers here?
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| Physical life is a trap
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| I can make you disappear
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| The scar of harsh rejection opens wide
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| It’s been so long and here is comfort cold
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| The ones who summon noble introspection
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| Are now like famished wolves with flesh to hold
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| And only once did everything subside
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| Perhaps it was my one and only taste
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| Of life through eyes of nobody defined
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| Pull more and more till winter comes and I have been erased
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| And so am I, so here am I |