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so i find my way home again the streets all mine another night of searching for a truth in our lies wasting precious time forcing impossible of convincing myself it'll work out tomorrow try to follow the outline of what should come to be only to find i'm overcome by fatigue an empty routine created for show has become just another escape from the world fabricating our mock progress faking smiles no one has to know the bleakness face to face with our undying will to make it just scraping gathering all pieces to complete the picture still hoping for comfirmation that this will never end respond to accusations from my thoughts in need of answers for where we are submerged into diluted efforts can't manage to pull out i've told myself i'm not tired so far a devotion too strong |