...and then, THEN, we will know it is the end.

[beautfulsilence]

I wanted to be better.
I wanted to be more.

And when I die they'll say "he was a good man"
They'll say "he was a good man."

I begged to be better.
I begged to be more.

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The depression of many, the failure of few
With the torpid sound of an unsung tune
The fields grow stale with the morning dew
And the clouds avail the hardened moon

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Ive been telling myself the man in the mirror isnt me.
Ive been leading my own hand to tradegy.