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I'll let you be who you want to be but you don't know who that is Through blurry eyes you examine pain but that heals nothing here Continue in a sober trance a ******* forms inside No air or light can heal the lance when wrapped up in a lie Melancholy self fulfills and self defeats your plans The world conforms to inner wills be blessings or be damns All the unknown and the past form everything intern But when you focus on the worst your soul can never learn How long until the beauty dies receiving no air from mournful sighs I tell you this and know it's true that others see the real you It's not the person you call me but everything that you don't see I've watched and studied all you do and learned a certain trait That happiness comes through release not when you lock the gate So don't be scared to face the pain admit that it's inside It's always there, it's part of us no matter how you've cried Just know that you can stem the flow and live life fairly well Be happy now, the time has come you've already walked through Hell
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:33 AM UTC
Promotion of Pain
I'll let you be who you want to be but you don't know who that is Through blurry eyes you examine pain but that heals nothing here Continue in a sober trance a ******* forms inside No air or light can heal the lance when wrapped up in a lie Melancholy self fulfills and self defeats your plans The world conforms to inner wills be blessings or be damns All the unknown and the past form everything intern But when you focus on the worst your soul can never learn How long until the beauty dies receiving no air from mournful sighs I tell you this and know it's true that others see the real you It's not the person you call me but everything that you don't see I've watched and studied all you do and learned a certain trait That happiness comes through release not when you lock the gate So don't be scared to face the pain admit that it's inside It's always there, it's part of us no matter how you've cried Just know that you can stem the flow and live life fairly well Be happy now, the time has come you've already walked through Hell
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:33 AM UTC
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