...in all this time I have learned that no one speaks my language.
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I learned long ago that I walk alone. (I don't believe in me)
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what can I say, 2 days dark and grey, and not much different from yesterday.
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I hate what I am, not much more pleased with what I've become.
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used to close the door and sleep away the days (I don't believe in you)
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what can I say, time is the enemy. it makes me empty. it is the thief of me...
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so I went to the big door and asked the old man for a favor
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(SHOW ME A BRIGHTER DAY)
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down here in this mud where I'm stuck
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(felt a ghost of myself running away)
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(SHOW ME A BETTER WAY)
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I hate what I am. not much more pleased with what I've become.
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used to close the door and sleep away the days,
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but I've come to face the day when my childhood was taken away.
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these movements of displacement say: yesterday will never be back again.
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(build a wall around inside out). I won't let me out.
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I won't let me in. caught up to my knees in mistakes.
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Take The Low Road
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