the sky comes crashing down
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over my heart racing through distress
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this perfect enemy, my open wounds
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an undesired end
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through what was meant to be
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a struggle so deep inside
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learning to respect this pain
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watch this struggle
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through these pale reflections
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I still hold on
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a turn around and nod
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waking these once shut eyes
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a falling fragile threat on myself
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as this world will pass me by
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Perfect Enemy
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| In Pieces |
