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Sweet Smile of DenialYou tore me up inside You left me here to die Internally I scream I hide it with this sweet smile of denialSweet Smile of Denial
I am more broken then you know You’re words have cut deeper than any sword I lay in the bottom of this pit, so low Set me free, just say the word
Surely you know I’ve cried Surely you see I want to die Is this part of your scheme? Is this anything more than a trial?
I am under your control Obeying your ever command All the hope I had, you stole Not another beating, I can’t withstand
Is the rest of my life to be sp
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Questions.Standing on the edge of time Like a giant clock trapped inside my mind Watching, hearing the hands pass the time Everything racing past to fast to findQuestions.
How to stop this misconception? What to do with my life? Misuse a prescription? Cut myself, deep with a knife?
I turn down a hollow road Gripping fear within my mind Why do I carry such a heaving load? Me, dead is not what I want you to find
Is the answer a knife? It would take me far from here But dead, I would not have a life And how would I know something better was near? &nb
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Distant SunI walk, around late at night Telling the story, once again, of my life My thoughts and feelings caught up in a fight How can I end this, with a knife?Distant Sun
Confiding, my soul, to you I have messed up, I know I want to see the light and what is true I am trapped in a pit, so low
How can I break free, from this unbearable fear? And live my life free of confusion The end of my path, seems so near Or is this just an illusion?
The hope and the life I once knew Is further than the distant sun My faith, my strength is cut in two My life seems cl
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Confusion This burden, growing evermore I try to sustain it, deep within My heart, my soul, it pours out, conveyed by sin This burden, this pain, is what I'm living forConfusion
I try to hide it, constantly But still in little ways it shines through I want to let it out, shout it out loud, full heartedly I don't know how to convey it, how to start, what to do
It grows within me, It is like a curse, it is It fills me with so much misery an pain,
It is so hard to contain My freedom, my innocent spirit, I miss
Every time I hear that song, I cry Every time, I f
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