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I can't seem to place my finger on why I've become this way
Was it my sheltered youth or did I just never hear the truth
Greedy pockets, empty hands and empty hearts
Well I was too young to know that I was force fed the good book
Reciting words that I never meant
I am the victim of false pretence and an advocate for regret
I am the bastard son of truth
But a voice for all the youth

I sat in my room for days
Too numb to think, too numb to move
As my body lays here comatose
I realize that this is not my time
The reality of fear comes to life
I don't know ending and I never will
But I'll keep on living
Embrace the concept of growing old

Let me in
Let me inside
Let me figure you out
Because you're breaking me down
The fire I once had for you has now burnt out
Well I've wasted so much time
On something I called love that wasn't fucking there
I've wasted so much precious time on you