I turn inside of myself - look back into my past -
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into nothing - the best time in life - barely present
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I wish I could go back - tell that little nice boy
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to be stronger - to be brave
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but I can't - he had his chance
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I burn - scream - I despair on (3)
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these thoughts of the past
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I realize that I had barely lived
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but just existed - it's too late now
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and my thoughts feed on this grief - the grief
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creates tears that burn my skin
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unable to ease the pain - I float in hoplessness
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for the time is gone and the boy is a man now
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the end - a beginning for everything flows and
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we live to change - live to learn
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the future's still open and to be lived like
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the past has been wasted
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with hope in my heart I look forward
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A Small Boy And A Grey Heaven
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| Caliban |
