A thought of you that often grows in my dreams
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As years pass on I can't divide myself from what I've done
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I should start everything all over again
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Just open my eyes and separate me from this
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But the burden is framed within me, eternally
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With the same consciousness
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Of what I decided to keep to go on
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It's all I ever known
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Pouring my ink to fill it, my inner book
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I got blank pages on
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And going on is painful as looking back
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Understanding what I left someday somehow
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Looking at the scars that still burns
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How I wish it was all that easy
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Bringing solace deeply, how I wish I could
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The rain keeps falling on these streets
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As tears that cover my face with regret
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That help retrieving the letters I can't forget
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Motionless I pose
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Accepting the mobility of reason
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It's a selfish prison
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You know, I fall into the void of weakness
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The reason why
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They hold on saying (they say you learn everyday)
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I rather say (that I don't feel like growing up today)
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Still picking up the pieces
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Of times where I was down again
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Make them a part of myself
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I'll rebuild me
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While days are
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Standing still
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I'm getting through them
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I'll rebuild me
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Not Today
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| Backjumper |
