Bought - at a pricePurchased - I'm not mineLike what
Breathe - and still believeWhile the knives twist deeper in
This is how we see things betterAnd I will do
Sitting silentlyI can see but don't believeWhat's in front of
Bright and morning shined and left meStarry eyed and staring
He waitsFinds familiarity which he hatesHe waits for sleep to
So we've comeTo the end of our lineAnd I know
Do you ever think thatMaybe we can be the way
Were there just some wayFor fateTo pass me by tonightThis
What was once we can't attainAlone we tried but all
I will walk awayBut the same thingKeeps running back to
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