I'm tired.
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Cynical and broken, but wiser.
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Heavy with a sense of resentment,
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but i used to be so much different,
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I used to have so much faith
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when I started.
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You knew that I always meant it.
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I knew I could make a difference,
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I struggled to be heard
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and then finally, one day people started listening.
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and I knew it
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but as soon as it began it was ruined.
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A slow descent from unique to routine,
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over and over,
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"just do it again and this time with feeling".
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The spotlight.
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The focus on the friends and the feelings.
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That made those stupid songs all worth singing.
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And don't you say a word
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unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed.
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So we drove
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for what seemed like days
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over roads
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and four lane highways.
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We said all we had to say
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and I realized in time that it didn't mean anything.
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Never,
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not ever again.
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Not like that.
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"It's only a matter of time".
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A Slow Descent
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Straylight Run |