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Somewhere in this dying day, if I can only find a way for my escape. I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes. I guess we're all damaged in our own way, alone in our own way, distant headlights desolate highway. Sun doesn't rise at all, who knows how far I'll fall. Thoughts inside can make me crawl, make me drop down on my knees, break me down until I question me. Darkness can't destroy my drive.

I fold and falter, empty alter, all I gave I pray it makes me whole. I think the brinks around the corner. There's an error in my soul. Life can be so much colder. I doubt I'm alive, I'm faceless.

Cracked picture frames, blood stains on the mattress, ashes to ashes - gas cans and matches. Whisky buries all the memories, anything to wash it all away.

And I crawl.... while you spit.

Childhood memories, haunting my mind. A lingering pain left unhealed by time. A scream, a prayer, a tear. Grant me an end to fear. Time is passing by, one more night these tears I cry. Slipping, falling into darkness, this life is full of blackness. No love left to offer, stripped of hope, alone I suffer. (The end for me is near, one more night, then no more fear). This cold empty room full of memories. It screams of my past giving me no peace. The hours crawl on again. I'll sleep tonight in pain.

You came to me once, whispered my name. Many years ago you took my shame. I ran from you in tears. The only one who cares.

Betrayed one more time, but somewhere down that line, you're gonna get what's coming to you. Look at me now.

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet, wipe your spit from my face, wipe these tears from my eyes.

Sinners, casting stones at me. I... I stand, not crawling, not falling down. I... I bleed the demons that drag me down.

New life in place of old life. Unscarred by trials.... A new level of confidence and power. I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life, I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like. A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory of shame birthed its gift. No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one. Running from beatings, deflating.... Cold hearted world.

Hideous devastations, lifeless serenity. My abstract emotions, somehow, get the best of me. Lord take away my sorrow, Lord take away my pain.

Life's going by me. And still I say, Oh God I'm making the same mistakes. Low? I'm on empty. Try to erase all the bad times.

So tear me open, but beware; there's things inside without a care.

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