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We live inside the past
Where memories can not escape
Love's everlasting grasp

All these emotions I feel
Are a catalyst for my downfall
But to suffer is to deny them
And to be free, truly free
Is to see past the illusions that created them

We pretend
Wear masks of lies
In hopes that one day
Destiny will pass us by
That our lives are a lump of clay
And you are the artist
But no matter how you bend and mold it
The cracks and imperfections
Come to the surface.
To find true understanding
You must see
The clay creates the artist
And we as a whole are the masterpiece