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Where is the sun? |
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My darkest days have come. |
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The light is dimming, the warmth is receding |
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Why do I only push it away? |
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I cant't escape this setting sun |
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I'm so afraid of the dark |
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With weary hands I try and bring it in |
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I pull and pull. Why does it feel so far away? |
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I knew this day would come but I never prepared for this |
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Still I struggle; still I struggle within myself |
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These questions try to break me in |
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Who am I? What have I become? |
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I'm just a broken mess of things left undone... |
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Still I feel the darkness closing in... |
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Now I know I can't let this go. My depravity has taken hold of all I am. |
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I am losing all that I wanted |
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I trusted the one thing that should not be trusted |
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My humanity lies in wait like wolves at the door. |
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Give me your strength, I need the embrace with the darkness closing in. |
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I long to feel the sun and it's rays on my face. |
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Now lift me up so far away from this place |
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I can't find my way out of this; where is the sun? |
