| I tried looking into her eyes to make sense of my own life
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| But found senseless realizations
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| I was reckless and she was justification
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| A vacation from the monotony I lived in
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| And avoiding risk felt nice until I realized
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| I was avoiding purpose
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| And it’s all new, but I love her
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| At least I think, because I don’t want to live so empty
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| And I have this tendency to complicate things
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| Better than I break things
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| And she was somehow caught in the in-between
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| And forever means forever
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| And that’s what it’ll always mean
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| And life is a reality, except for when it’s a dream
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| And those are the moments that I can’t seem to think
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| But I make sense of my mess
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| By making sense of her and me
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| And this fear keeps me alive
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| This fear of knowing that she could leave me
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| And I could try
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| But this fear fuels the flames
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| That’s why I feel like I’m going to die
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| Cause she kept a part of me close by
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| And I liked it the best I can
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| And now that I know who I used to be
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| It’s hard to be happy with who I am
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| And that’s where she came in
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| A half-baked smile and a love to pretend
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| But prior to then, love was nothing more to me
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| Than a vacation, a vacant motivation
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| To avoid the means it takes to reach any real end
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| A sense of salvation
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| But also an element of bitter hope
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| To cope with the rope that was tied around my neck
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| And the savior I hoped for was chased away
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| Way back then
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| When I found vices to take the place
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| Of all the things I wanted to be
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| And I lost sight of me
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| But I was told I could be anybody
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| And I thought I could find purpose
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| In loving someone who looks like me
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| And I began dreaming or sinking
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| Most nights, they meant the same thing
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| And when that salvation finally found me
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| It was traded away for thirty pieces of silver
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| Seems like that’s not too much, I guess
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| But I sold my savior for a whole lot less
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| My two best friends, acceptance, and a mirage of fake happiness
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| And now the words I use to cling to as my refuge
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| Now torture me in my head
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| Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do
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| It’s funny 'cause it seems like I did every time I lied to you
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| And that’s my only truth, that I can’t sleep at night
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| And I can’t get these things right
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| And salvation escaped when she came into view
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| And now I’m hoping my whole life isn’t mistaken as you
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| But there’s no way of knowing
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| When all I’m doing is coping with my own pride
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| And my past would fight with me, hoping I would find truth
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| But it’s never a good idea to start a fight
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| With a man who has nothing to lose
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| And I’m empty, my heart is caving in
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| And for whatever reason, I finally let somebody in
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| And I don’t know what love is, but I’m growing |