So what’s left to tell
Retracted rumors
We buy and sell
Our own lies
At a great price
At a steal
Taken chair, to sit a spell
Falling back to
A prison cell
I won’t lie
I am failing
I will fail
Give me time
To find the will
To find the strength to
Carry on
I’ll mend in time
These wounds will heal
Sing my song
To find my feet
To find my way home
All in all
I am not dead
May not mean much but it’s
Something to be said
Back to eyes for eyes
A blind failure
To compromise
Without vision
We are losing
We are lost
What about the golden rule?
We punish our friends
For suffering fools
Too lightly
This immunity
Is the enemy
Give me time
To find the will
To find the strength to
Carry on
I’ll mend in time
These wounds will heal
Sing my song
To find my feet
To find my way home
All in all
I am not dead
May not mean much but it’s
Something to be said
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