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I've been searching for some questions found in questions I don't know to ask |
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All bottled up inside my head and never making any sense but now I understand |
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You see my thought process is burried deep beneath a life of self-abuse |
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There's too much damage to rebuild and what's left remains a shield to tame future use |
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And as the wagon rolls away I still march on... |
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My life is all a waiting game |
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Long waits to feel straight but it never stays |
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So doctor fill my forged prescription cause I'm addicted to addictions and blame |
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The past's still presently my home, which keeps recovery on hold |
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I'll escape this stranglehold somehow |
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Look into my eyes, past the lines, and you'll see how desperate I am to see clear |
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I've tried I swear I've tried, to hide, but when I stand to run I get headstrung and fall |
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Yeah I stand to fall |
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There's one more thing that I'd like to make clear |
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My words are nothing more than days |
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That I have lived and struggled through |
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Only to learn, that things will never change... |
