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
I only know what I've been toldI'll choke on poison
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
I will walk awayBut the same thingKeeps running back to
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