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Making it throughthis day of one hundred hoursThis day of never endand as skies slip over towersTripping down this roadas i leave footprints in the sementI wonder if this is rightAll of these days that i have spentLooking in the mirroras easy as it seemsIts harder than it appearsas nightfall trips into dreamsSearching for this meaningMaking my way through the crowdThe density is thickeningthe screaming in my ears too loudAdjusting my lifeTrying to make it perfect for youFighting to look into your eyesand past your irises, I see right throughFitting puzzle pieces togethereven though they wont fitIt doesnt matter so i cant seethat the best to do is quit*sry for the bad spelling*
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