You're an enigma, a shadow, a fractured person with no latitude
You sectioned yourself in two pieces, neither one could ever be loved
you leave so much to be desired,
Your cold shoulders won't ever keep me off, they won't ever keep us away
But you say there is nothing left, you have no way to keep on living but you keep mourning your own nonexistance,
So keep burying your hatchet five feet under ground, give yourself enough hope to try to get out but you know the only place to go now is down
The world around you was waiting for you to climb mountains and build houses, but you let it all go and thought it would all build itself,
Without the character to carry on you just lay there and hope tonight goes your way, but your soul is an empty box with broken bones
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