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So far I've thought Of love, something lost Confessing that I'd be Living outside of the lines Following a path With no one else left beside me So long I've felt Loving something lost Something unacceptable Forever slipping past Never fully attainable I lost my will to continue to grasp Rather than admit, I'd opt to be alone Rather than admit that I fail to find a home I'm better off drawing Finding these isolating lines I'll gouge out an eye And zip my lips shut Burn your words three degrees And when my scars cover every inch In the my own mirrors I'll no longer see I'll cling to innate anger I've managed to keep inside I'll convince myself I'll think it's the pain that keeps my flame satisfied My lust for acceptance It's solely on their approval I need to see their recognition Of what I've become Of these things I've done My mind will often veer off Past the jade cliffs Over the guard rail and into the darkened depths My fatal hill will be where I rest I ponder this, in my moments of stress The tearing of my mind The decay of my flesh My mind will often veer off Past the jade cliffs Over the guard rail and into the darkened depths