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Feeding off my dissonance they increase my fear
Hoping for the best but still expecting the worst
Going to live forever perhaps I will be the first
I have become a slave to the things I once I loved
No longer give enjoyment they just hover above
It used to so simple I was always in control
But now I just hate everything it corrupts my soul

Believe me when I say to you
I have just become nothing more than damaged goods
Ask me every other season
Still cannot provide the reason
Damaged goods

Always on the run I can't keep going like this
Searching for enlightenment would settle for bliss
Turned around the corner made another mistake
Better stop now doing that for my safety's sake

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