| Aching, tearing fabric
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| Dragging footsteps through unsympathetic streets
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| Grinding teeth, brittle bones
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| The weight of a world not my own flung onto well-worn shoulders
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| When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
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| When was it I seemed to matter to some?
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| Were my tears tasting sour, losing hope by the hour?
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| We were never this bent over hours well spent
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| None the wiser
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| Fed up being poorly fed
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| This tasteless nourishment is like salt in my wounds
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| Only the bitter notion of a sour aftertaste
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| Still party my lips in sweet sickening addiction
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| When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
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| When was it I seemed to matter to some?
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| Was there blue in your song
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| Seeping red from your lips?
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| Pay no mind, mind no matter
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| None the wiser
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| All the same
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| I must have forgotten to count the days
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| Mark the pages that tell of my age
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| Pay no mind, mind no matter
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| No matter what, it matters not
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| To none
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| None the wiser
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| All the same
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| In fierce pacing sinews a tension relentlessly rises
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| One risk too many worth taking. |
| A beating of senses
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| I’m senseless, towering restless over my horizon
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| When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
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| When was it I seemed to matter to some?
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| Were my tears tasting sour, losing hope by the hour?
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| We were never this bent over hours well spent
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| None the wiser
|
| When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
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| When was it I seemed to matter to some?
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| Was there blue in your song, seeping red from your lips?
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| Pay no mind, mind no matter
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| None the wiser |