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This is to anyone out there that's listening |
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From anyone who ever let you down and went missing |
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Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings |
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Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men |
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This is to anyone out there that's listening |
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From everyone that ever let you down and went missing |
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Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings |
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Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men |
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I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was |
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Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was |
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I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest |
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Because I'm not |
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And 'cause that ain't how life goes |
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Broken promise |
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Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys |
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I thought it was black and white like that |
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That I could nurture my good side |
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But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride |
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Both on the surface and inside |
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I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal |
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Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you |
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Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica |
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I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way |
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And at the time, I meant every single word I would say |
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Every word of love, and every word of hate |
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Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate |
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But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade |
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Making liars of both the threats and the promises made |
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But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time? |
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How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time? |
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A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time |
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How can a lie be a lie if you mean it? |
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This is to anyone out there that's listening |
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This is to |
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This is to anyone out there that's still breathing |
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I bought a heartbreak hotel |
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On my own, with no investors |
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Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast |
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In loving memory of having loving memories |
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Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies |
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Typically poetically dramatic endings |
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Were once a trademark of mine |
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Patents pending |
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And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways |
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Was always grander than the connections of the early days |
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When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning |
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Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans |
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Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened |
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An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement |
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Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered |
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I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures |
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An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing |
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In love with the mere idea of loving something |
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Always just hunting for that near-life experience |
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In fear of missing something vital from your own existence |
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All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted |
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Less about how you're feeling |
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More about how you fucking depict it |
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But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along |
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That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem |
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Pedestrian |
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You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling |
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Turns out, hell does have a bottom |
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And heaven, a ceiling |
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Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake |
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A face that once summons rage now summons nothing |
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Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed |
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Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered |
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Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it |
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Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish |
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But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time? |
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How can a lie be a lie if you mean it? |
