Breaking off a piece to big.
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You've had it in from the beginning.
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You couldn't handle what was created,
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and now you're stuck with no way out...
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Looking for something not there, expecting something else.
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To the surface it will rise.
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Losing faith in myself, but there is so much more, so much left.
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Positioned it, to the side- but it's not lost, it's just confined...
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And to the surface it will rise,
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it's crawling back to haunt your mind.
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It's a waste of time, wasted time.
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No way out...
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Past returns to take you right back to the surface.
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To The Surface
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| Strife |
