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Dead Inside
Don’t think the lost is found
Even if the breath is there
And the blood flows so freely
Defeat is the name of the game
Ill-prepared for the change of pace
Never thought I’d lose this fast
Saw my chance slip away so slowly
Indifferent to what’s in the mirror
Didn’t ask for this face staring back at me
Escape is a dream, for the dead is inside
Even if the breath is there
And the blood flows so freely
Defeat is the name of the game
Ill-prepared for the change of pace
Never thought I’d lose this fast
Saw my chance slip away so slowly
Indifferent to what’s in the mirror
Didn’t ask for this face staring back at me
Escape is a dream, for the dead is inside
Published 12th Apr 2012
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