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The clock struck 11:30 a.m. on 2003-08-25

The emotional scars left me hidden
As my decisions lay before me
Like a shallow grave
I was unprepared
Trying to discover myself
In a vacant world
With nowhere to depart to
As the weeks went on
The cuts became more frequent
As if I was using my body
As a personal canvas
Now this road that I travel
Is soiled and tattered
It's plagued with dreams
That are broken and battered
I have felt the emptiness
Of seperation as I have moved
In the wrong direction
I know how it feels to watch my world
And dreams shatter
To a million pieces at my feet
I know what it is to run
Until there is nothing left inside of me
And to run some more
I know how it feels to be loved
And I know how it feels
When that love turns hard and cold
I know how it feels to be lost
Finding a vision
I never would have thought I'd be here
Alone... here I stand
With no-one else
Not a soul...
I'm just another voice
Lost in a crowd of noise

Before Won't After

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