There's no medicine for the pain, no bandage can mend the wounds that you've inflicted...
How do I maintain, how do I let go without feeling conflicted?
If time is my doctor then the doctor is out, why am I filled with so much doubt?
Is this pain my destiny? I fear this is what's meant for me.
I've got so many questions, I've learned so many lessons.
This lecture is getting old, I'm starting to feel cold...
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
There's no medicine for the pain, no bandage can mend the wounds that you've inflicted...
How do I maintain, how do I let go without feeling conflicted?
If time is my doctor then the doctor is out, why am I filled with so much doubt?
Is this pain my destiny? I fear this is what's meant for me.
I've got so many questions, I've learned so many lessons.
This lecture is getting old, I'm starting to feel cold...
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