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Sep 2010
I've been searching for safety for so many years.
I'm running in circles; there's nothing new here.
I'm digging for promise, 'cause that's all I need.
Empty conviction means nothing to me.

Maybe I am wrong.
I hope I'm not.
I thought this was right.

Maybe its just not-
not what I thought.
I thought this was right.

I'm building a trapdoor for swifter escapes;
somewhere that I can keep secret and safe.
I said what I thought, but no one would listen.
Abandon disruption; abandon the mission.

Maybe I am wrong.
I hope I'm not.
I thought this was right.

Maybe its just not-
not what I thought.
I thought this was right.
NBURNS 2010
Written by
Nick Burns  Everything Was Beautiful
(Everything Was Beautiful)   
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