So shallow, not even an infant could drown within this compassion but,
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I feel as if I've drowned just the same.
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But rather from my ignorance that unconditional love might exist.
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I forgot the numbness.
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I forgot the frustration that makes up my daily routine of just getting by.
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I am just barely getting by emotionally.
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Judgment. Disappointment.
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A lack of patience for me.
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This is not security, but such a pretty package.
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The guise is broken as the truth rears it's ugly head unto me.
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A drunken soul, I'm conscious again.
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I've weakened from my stupor for the last time.
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So content caressed in rejection.
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For it's all that love has ever led to.
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Once again, the dying man lays down the law for this peon.
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It's his last grasp at control.
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A control that he lost in infidelity...
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from today to you I'm dead as an order accepting son.
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Your searching and searching,
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but your family isn't at the bottom of any bottle.
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You're smoking us away.
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You're choking on your own.
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No place to hide other than my tears.
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They still give me away.
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Do all things end like this?
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Must all things end like this?
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So shallow.
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I take everything with a grain of salt.
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Grain Of Salt
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Coalesce |