Picture a man with his life in his hands
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consumed by the death of his dreams
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clutching at straws he dreams no more
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a desolate figure, I am he
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my agony fuelled by the shadows I ruled
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I hide from the world in the dark
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outwardly sane, I conceal my pain
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life's touch cold steel in my heart
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Wanting fearing facing life alone
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I'm not hearing your reasons, so leave me alone
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I'm on the brink of insanity, I think
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consumed by flames of desire
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the two-faced divinity a victim of tragedy
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the flames now its funeral pyre
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but the death still walks and the divinity talks
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I'm facing it day by day
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each glimse a hell I've come to know so well
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see the idealist pay
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Assaulted by the day, my inner world's grey-desolation
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I'll take what I can though I hate what I am-abomination
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alcoholic retreat instead of facing defeat-rejection
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narcotic escape before it's too late-deception
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I've invested my soul in achieving this goal
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made pacts sworn oaths taken vows
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I never realized each pact has two sides
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what hope for my soul now?
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we're both still here, one light one dark
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though the cyclone now lies dead
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so let's both dream of things we won't see
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of worlds that will never be said
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My Soul Frayed Bare
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Creepmime |