| Deeply sown and never known
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| The mirror bleeds the truth
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| Deeply sown and never known
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| Your presence is fading
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| As I fill my glass and watch my own reflection
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| Then I know that I’ll be gone
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| As I raise my hand, try to comprehend what
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| I’ve been missing, I feel distracted
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| In the mist of my own perception
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| I bow before myself
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| The pressure is not withdrawn, I fall again
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| I catch a glimpse of my downright pretending self
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| As I take a step and fake my own conception
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| Then I know that I’ll be gone
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| As I raise my grin, show the world my sin
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| Of being tempted, I feel distracted
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| A hopeful ride is hereby ending
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| Horrid fate, it’s time to exit
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| I feel tampered with, I feel so empty
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| All I ever saw from my contaminated view
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| Kept me looking for mercy
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| Yet illusions stay the same
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| I realise that it’s wrong now that all is lost
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| And I have withered |