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Always living on the line of what you think is right or wrong |
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There was a time when even I could not bear to be alone |
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Needing someone or something that is not mine to call my own |
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To have and hold |
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Severing the only line of trust that you once thought you had |
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Now that I can see past you, I can start to be a man |
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Death to me seems no mistake, for I have yet to hate |
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So can you see my pain, can you feel my pain, can you see my... |
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This is my world |
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And I see, what you don't |
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Forever, wanting more |
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Life breathes, from our soul |
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Looking into bloodshot eyes, mesmerized, they can't look back |
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Slowly turning in my mind is the visions of your death |
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Finding truth amongst my lies, but not accepting |
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Now I grow and gain control |
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Opening to inner sanctums that you do not understand |
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Having no respect for life and taking it with my bare hands |
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Always searching with contempt for ways |
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To rid my pounding head from this place |
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This is my world |
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And I see what you don't |
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Forever, wanting more |
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Life breathes from our souls |