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Staring at the backs of my eyelids |
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Striving to paint a picture of you |
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My attempts at art are futile |
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Illustrating beauty is impossible to do |
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Only I could be this miserable |
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Only I could make this turn out wrong |
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Incomplete on the first three downs |
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Now I'm left with fourth and long |
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I'm not one to kick it away |
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But right now I feel I'm wasting my time |
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I'm weary from all of your lying |
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From never perceiving the genuine you |
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The window is all too foggy |
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But I'm having second thoughts about breaking through |
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Only I could deem this significant |
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Only I could think but not act |
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If I'm all alone in this huddle |
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What's to keep me from being sacked? |
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I'm not one to kick it away |
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But right now I feel I'm wasting my time |