My life
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charred remains of a flame thatĄ¯s burned out
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my lips move but they wonĄ¯t make a sound
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I stand motionless, eyes to the ground
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back for more
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with reopened scars i remain
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battered savagely, knees start to shake
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I just stand there, I take it, I wait
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IĄ¯m just waiting for time to erase
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and the world to change
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until then I will strive for nothing more
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IĄ¯ll just wait for my heart to break
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and arise from ash, reborn
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look at me
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cut my eye and allow me to see
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what my life has become on my knees
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I hear the screams, I watch myself bleed
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but ? canĄ¯t feel a thing
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what am I
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but a victim unwilling to rise
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wretched shell of a man and his pride
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why stop living, IĄ¯m just waiting to die
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my life itĄ¯s so familiar
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why lie when everythingĄ¯s the same
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but who am I, and what am I waiting for anyway
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and I will die waiting to be reborn...
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The Misery Index
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| Boy Sets Fire |
