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On pins and needles we are waiting for the fall We count the days scratching lines on the wall Wait in the wings at someone’s beck and call No longer recognize the place that I call home No longer recognize this face as my own Somewhere, this fate, I lost control We backed down We took no for answers far too long We felt those walls close around I don’t want to be here anymore I know there’s nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I’ve endured See I don’t think I can fight this anymore I’m listening with one foot out the door And something has to die to be reborn I don’t want to be here anymore
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 21:13:35 +0000

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