When the life inside no doubt has died
And you’ve turn your head away
You tried to pay, but at the end of the day, it’s you again, alone
Alone, confined -- the mess in your mind
When you can’t relate to them
You’ve reaped and sown, but little is known by those who aren’t alone
Why should a man learn not again what he has learned before?
He’s overcome but must succumb to what he’s living for
He tried and tried -- all those survived -- he missed, he’s fallen short
The little known, his heart of stone, will make him feel alone
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