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I'm a stranger in my own life

as the hands keep ticking on

wonder just how you will feel

when you know that I am gone.

You know that I won't come home

just to be looking at the walls

I wanted to be all that you need

but i'm not holding on.



You were never really there at all

helping me on my way

wish I could see you tonight

but i'd never want to stay.

All this stupid sentiment

that you bestowed on me

you can have it all back

see how lonely you will be.



Was anything I ever saw

really even slightly real

just because you say you sympathize

doesn't mean you know how I feel.

Never see what you've got until it's gone

and they always seem to go

down this road much more then twice

but it's not like you would know.



Holding on would do this heart no good

it would only cause this heart some pain

if i'm a stranger even to myself

a life with you would be in vain.

Blackness eats at hearts long dead

from the brutalities of neglect

the things I thought left long ago

are not nearly back yet.



The truth conseiled and never seen

though it lies beneath

our ignorance in holding on

has just begun our great demise.