While some of us mourn, others fool themselves
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yet I find myself drifting
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from honest dedication to vile desecration
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bitterness from an anonymous voice, my back has still not turned
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but I'm so sick of fucking facing forward
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the air between us will never clear
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because these lungs have nothing left
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each failure hurts more than the last
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and although I'm ready to be let down I can't help but live in the past
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I'm prepared for the worst, I know this feeling well it wont be the first
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but each failure still hurts, it still hurts
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I have always kept the truth hidden
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beneath angst ridden anguish
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but your presence only brings waves of depression
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the only way is to remove myself
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I'm stepping out of this picture, my final frame
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each failure hurts more than the last
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and although I'm ready to be let down, I can't help but live in the past
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I just want to live again, but its way passed the point of hope
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I close my eyes but sleep never comes
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I just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun
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this feeling will forever haunt me
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despite how late after dark I leave the lights on
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I close my eyes but sleep never comes
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I just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun
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faced without closure, its only just begun
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I just want to live again
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I'm stepping out of this picture, my final frame
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Remnants
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| This Is Hell |
