Like when everything I thought I loved and knew
comes untrue.
It's all untrue.
And you, you just sit there
and watch from afar.
View my heart. It's not hard
to see my heart.
It's burning in this fire.
Reaching higher than the hills.
And if it was your desire
to bury me, then that's my will.
Your wish is all I want to be.
I used to wish that I was free.
But if freedom is something you despise
then I will turn my wandering eyes.
Take me home. It is not here.
I've lost my will, my faith,
my fear.
And everything I once held dear
is gone.
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