in the dark of night I watch the shadows loom
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the entity waits in the corners watching my every move
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a knock at the door, a break in the waiting, an end to the silence
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an end to the hopes and remains
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I turn to the light and open the door
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but cannot break the static sound
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and all my actions amount to nothing
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whether giving up, or giving in, or never coming down
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all the dreams I had to give were all the things you disdained
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what used to be mine became yours in the end
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what used to be pure had become so murrain
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and the spirit of hope
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lies hopelessly still
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the hurting will heal
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but the heart never will
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the dreams that I share
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are the first things they take
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sometimes I believe
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I was god's first mistake
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I don't believe in progress, I don't believe in change
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I don't have anything you'd want to steal
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I don't believe in god, I don't believe in love
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and I don't believe I can feel
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with cheshire cat smiles she shattered this trust
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we used to have gold but it soon became dust
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set course on the waves and unfurled my sails
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what used to be hope, just one more reason to fail
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and the spirit of hope lies hopelessly still
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and the hurting will heal but this heart never will
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and the dreams that I share they are the first thing they take
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sometimes I believe I was god's first mistake...
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Murrain
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| Ashengrace |
