| Have we been blinded by the sights you sought to see?
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| Or maybe buried underneath a vision;
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| the person you thought you could make us be The foresight of our life, caught between a rock
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| and a hard place, it leaves a bitter taste
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| Of tongue tied words you spoke in vain,
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| we hear nothing, nothing but promises
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| Saw you never face it But you could never shake it You left the only thing that ever mattered at all
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| Alone you’ll never make it Forever forced to fake it You left the only thing that ever mattered at all
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| Are you happy? |
| Do you hear me?
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| Did you feel our hearts breaking slowly?
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| Maybe all you care for is all you see,
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| shut our hope in a bottle and cast to sea
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| It’s perceptions of what could have been,
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| what might have been, what should have been
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| Through these veins, out the pen
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| Stain the canvas every night
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| I’d be lying if I said I’m fine somewhat
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| It’s hard to breathe when it’s tight sealed shut
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| The foresight of our life, caught between a rock
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| and a hard place, it leaves a bitter taste
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| Of sorry slipping through your teeth,
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| and I know you know that, I’d be lying if I said
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| I’m fine somewhat I’m breaking free, today you’ll see
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| that your words weren’t enough |