| At the crux of it, everything I have
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| These feelings cold as stone
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| The everyday tyrants of a better life
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| I never feel they will ever leave me alone
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| I have only to fear fear itself
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| But I have everything to lose
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| How funny that the fear we own
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| Is the one we get to choose
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| Why can’t I choose something more?
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| Instead of fraying away at my mind
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| It’s like my greatest fears at which I used to laugh
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| Are always by my side
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| I’m not scared of dying, more so of living
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| As for once I’ve everything to lose
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| This happiness and morality
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| Infecting everything I can’t do
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| This feeling inside
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| It’s like a thickening pain
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| The bleeding inside
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| The blood in these black veins
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| Just a moment alone, enough time with myself
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| When I can’t bide my time with anyone else
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| This bleeding of thoughts, and broken memories
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| Is drowning in blood that I never need
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| The feeling inside, it’s thickening pain
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| Anxiety inside of me
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| I hope I don’t feel again
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| The feeling inside
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| It’s a thickening pain
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| The bleeding inside
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| The blood in these black veins |