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We forget those closest to our hearts, |
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Caring words run off her skin like water, |
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There is nothing valuable left in my life but the words from my hands and my heart. |
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And in the heart of darkness we will see the need for light, |
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Trust someone and be betrayed, |
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My conflicting desire, |
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What is this fear that drives us to better ourselves? |
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Stand not on the cliffs of despair and preach to the storm |
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The sorrow of the heart never ceases, but in words I pave a path back from the brink of my own destruction. |
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Queen Perfection is killing me, |