Pieces

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Where are you now in this mess you have made?

I'm leaving you here, to fend for your own.

I cannot help I am already gone.

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Pieces of dreams cannot kill the touch only the mind.

These little pieces of things I've grown to hate so much.

Delivered and burned, you see how it works

I could explain, but I'd feel like a jerk.

I close my eyes and feed your pain.

Helpless ritual, ritual habits sustained

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Pieces of dreams cannot kill the touch only the mind.

These little pieces of dreams I've grown to hate so much.

What about the de-compassion

that is in the movement on the wheels that we ride?

Kill your life!

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Can I believe that I need someone, to make me feel like I am special?

To lie beneath a snail with no one, and feel like a million voices.

With a poor excuse I'm guilty. With the blood on my hands you'll see.

Hide in the ruins that you've ruined, when you couldn't see...

Running lost intertwined with a weak compromise,

lacking a soul with the will to survive.

Repeat

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