| So many days I can’t stop myself
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| From fighting this monster that eats me alive
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| So many times I’ve fought and I’ve tried
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| To live for a moment without fearing my mind
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| I hate this, yet live this, and it’s bringing me down
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| I feel like I’m standing on uneven ground
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| The balance to life has been skewered so violent
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| I’m so sick of this death-instinct silence
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| So despondent and so somber, so frail
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| So scared to begin for the fear I will fail
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| I’m alone in this pattern and I can’t call for grace
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| I’m left in this mess that is such a disgrace
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| I fear for my mind more than I fear for life
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| The one thing worth saving is the love I deny
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| For I feel so hollow, and I yearn to relent
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| The control for some peace and freedom from this torment
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| There’s no one to save me and I can’t save myself
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| I would give my whole being for some kind of help
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| But no one can stop this god damn monster so great
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| All hope is now lost and it’s too late
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| I numb to forget, to quiet the noise
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| I’m deafened by silence, I can’t live with myself
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| I numb to forgive, for myself can’t forget
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| That I could’ve been someone without any regret
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| You lying man who tells a tale
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| Of flawless love and peace of mind
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| Of parting seas and curing blind
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| Your lies my faith, there’s no remorse
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| You spin your tale with brutal force
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| Your lies, my faith, my breathing grace
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| I ran from life, I erased my faith
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| I am so blind
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| And seeing eyes are not the kind |