All this time, It had been right in front of me, Close enough to see but just out of reach, Will my works help obtain my peace or will they be the death of me? Cause I've had visions of this world, A place where I could be set free, of all this hatred, all this guilt, It all comes crashing around me,
Every night I lay awake, relapsing into the same fucking state, I tried to grow out of my shell, It's like this four god damn walls have become my cell,
The ghosts of my past have been weighing me down, The ghosts of my past have been weighing me down,
Even though I'm struggling to keep up, I'm not beat yet, I'm not beat yet, I'm clinging on (clinging on) to this so called "hope", I'm clinging on (clinging on) I'm clinging on,
I'm struggling to keep up, but I'll find my way, My way back home, I won't give up,
It's always been hard to move on, with your head in the ground, six feet down, I've dug my own fucking grave,
And all this time I'd been born under a sun of attrition, And I've been waiting for myself to begin a new endeavour,
I've had visions of this world, A place where I could be set free of all this hatred, all this guilt, It all comes crashing around me,
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