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Poured myself out |
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I am the empty cup |
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My hope has died away |
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And my tolerance faded |
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How can I keep stability |
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On such shaky ground? |
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Prayers that a smile |
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Will flag me down |
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Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort |
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Well being stems not from love |
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Anguish proves to be my only means of solace |
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Yet I want to be held by anyone with any arms |
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I spend another morn alone |
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In a world that rejects me |
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A public unkind, laced with apathy |
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This one's for the world, "I hate you" |
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Life could get no colder |
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I'm living out a dying cell |
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But I can pull through |
