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What is it that I want so badly to share, but the words always escape me? My mind is a flickering screen of blurred images and distorted sound.
What is this sorrow I feel so deep within. This sorrow that creeps into every still moment.
What secrets are mine that I hold on to so close? Why can't I unclench my fist and let it all go?
Why must I always be the one to run things into the ground?
Why do I ask questions to answers I can't find?
Am I doomed to repeat myself another day?
Truth is I'm nothing ..
Truth is I'm just a child in an adults body ..
Truth is I'm fake ..
Truth is ..
I stand here waiting
So pick up a stone and settle the score
What is this sorrow I feel so deep within. This sorrow that creeps into every still moment.
What secrets are mine that I hold on to so close? Why can't I unclench my fist and let it all go?
Why must I always be the one to run things into the ground?
Why do I ask questions to answers I can't find?
Am I doomed to repeat myself another day?
Truth is I'm nothing ..
Truth is I'm just a child in an adults body ..
Truth is I'm fake ..
Truth is ..
I stand here waiting
So pick up a stone and settle the score