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Lie In It
Caught in the act trapped in the fact
I made my bed now I have to lie in it
I wanted to win, but it was a sin
Now I have to confess to it
Like a shooting star I fell so far
In the tick of a clock I was in too deep
Now I've been stained I just feel drained
I've made too many secrets to keep
"Let me out!" I wanted to shout
But there was nobody around to hear
And even if I did, I was no longer a kid
I've tightened my own noose I fear
This was it, I'm afraid to admit
I can no longer count the sins I've made
I lie in wait, for a terrible fate
It wont take long for my existence to fade.
I made my bed now I have to lie in it
I wanted to win, but it was a sin
Now I have to confess to it
Like a shooting star I fell so far
In the tick of a clock I was in too deep
Now I've been stained I just feel drained
I've made too many secrets to keep
"Let me out!" I wanted to shout
But there was nobody around to hear
And even if I did, I was no longer a kid
I've tightened my own noose I fear
This was it, I'm afraid to admit
I can no longer count the sins I've made
I lie in wait, for a terrible fate
It wont take long for my existence to fade.
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