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[irjoe]

I thought the future held...
a perfect place for us...
That together we would learn to be...
the best that we could be...
In my naivety I ran...
I fell and lost my way...
Somehow I always end up falling over me...
And one day...
I woke to find...
The future had no place...
for me...
I was unwanted in a world...
that with my hands I helped build...
Where once was honesty and pride...
I now stand broken and alone...
Just a shadow...
of what I was meant to be...
They say that "Time will heal"...
"The truth shall set us free"...
Well that depends...
on what it is ...
that you choose to believe...
In this prison made of lies...
We see what it is we want to see...
And find comfort in this...
broken hall of dreams...
Does anybody feel the way I do?
Is there anybody out there?
Are you hearing me?
I believe in you...
Will you believe in me?
Or am I alone in this hall of dreams?
I believe in you...
You believe in me...
But I have no trust...
in anything...
Somehow I'm always...
always falling over me...
Somehow I'm always...
I'm always falling over me...