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The End of nowhere Still standing hoping to fall.
Out lasted barley can talk.
I have been here before,
I have seen this wall.
Can't bring me down
I won't let me.
No matter what I say
I won't influence how you see.
It's not the riddles
It's the silly dreams.
Can't over come
Have to believe.
Who said it was easy?
Who says they told you so?
Almost everyone,
Has influenced your goals.
Unlike television
No scripts, no roles.
So we pretend
And that gets us nothing.
Can't act like we know
Have to know a little something.
How can we live
Inside this dream?
How do we believe
If we already seen?
Why do we keep standing?
Is there something we need?
