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To forgive and forget, I live and regret. |
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Grief speaks its own language; |
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It forces me to act strong, |
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But every time I stand up |
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I'm afraid I'll bump my head. |
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Eyesight in time. |
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Things seemed easy, |
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Only I was building a fence. |
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And you see in me what I once |
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Took action against. |
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Sever my eyes away from |
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This twenty inch screen. |
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I've finally got what is tangible. |
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The more I learn about myself, |
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The more I see in me to hate. |
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Your misconception of perception |
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detains all reasoning. |
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You're this image of my fears, |
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Armed with words that shatter my ears. |
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I am only I but that won't do. |
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Not for you, you're only you. |
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Can you see what I've got? |
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The world is not a tube, |
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And a brain playing games |
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With television knobs |
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Is a steady leak for attention span. |
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Restore it sooner: unplug the unit. |
