You think that you live in a tree of wisdom,
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Sometimes you see yourself as me,
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You live like you wrote the book on freedom,
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Why can't you take a look to see?
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Why must you tear me up inside,
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Tearing what's left of my broken pride,
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Leave me alone with what I've got,
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Never finding what I've saught.
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You hide all the traits you lack inside,
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Hiding in darkness because of pride,
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Shealded away from what you fear,
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Pulling all you hands can reach so near.
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Why must you tear me up inside,
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Tearing what's left of my broken pride,
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Leave me alone with what I've got,
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Never finding what I've saught.
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I know all the tricks that you can play,
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Why do you seek to live this way?
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You never know just what you have,
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Living inside this vicious trap!
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Tearing Me Up
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| StillDay |
