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Monday, February 21, 2005

The Line Begins To Blur.

There are things I said I would never do
There are fears I can not believe have come true
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
and myself I have grown to weary to hate

The more I stay in here
The more it's not so clear
The more I stay in here
The more I disappear
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur

There's somebody on top of me
I don't know I don't know
Isn't anyone stopping me
I don't know I don't know
I won't try and hold my breath
I don't know I don't know
Just how far can I go
I don't know I don't know

As I lay here and stare the fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur
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