Sat my life a stranger
To even those with closest ties.
Contemplated each decision carefully.
I never got a pardon,
and it's hard for me to look into the eyes,
Of all those dying to destroy me.
I follow in the footsteps of some guys I know who I'm pretty sure could conquer the world.
They motivate mountains to scream loudly.
Each night I wait so patiently,
like a kid fixated in the dark.
Casting horizons faithfully,
which side of town will rise the sun.
And when it rises on my side,
when it rises on my side, on my side,
I listen to the radio and this suicidal guy he's singing my diary.
Sometimes I break a sweat at reminders.
I really should just turn it off, but hearing it again's a fascinating reverie.
A trance from glowing so bright it's blinding.
I really can't turn it off, not now, it's gut-wrenching, heart-breaking home to me.
I should've left 'em in the snow for someone else's finding.
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