Don't speak of this red
It's getting to your head
This is
Don't you ever want
To give up for the night
And feel
Vile after vile
It's a timing thing
It's a repeat
A repeat on
All i wanted to be
So different than before
Transparent to me
Projected
And all of the times that i could see
Everything was
I look at the horizonSee the haze and see the
I am in the clearTo past monuments of timeI'm lost
Is it somethingMore than nothing?Ruled by these insecuritiesIs it a
Everything to meIs not the same anymoreWhere have i beenFor
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