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Twisted and broken yet so complex
Indescribable, unpredicatable, fluid to the next
Burdened by the pressure, victim to its power
Losing perspective and drive within the final hour
Tragedy, you've shown your misshapen face again
Claim to be my friend
Magnitude of about ten
Leaving me clueless, but then...
I cannot change what has been
Nor can I decide what will become
But holding on is so difficult
Knowing I've lost, instead of won
So easy to lose focus, lose sight
To take the right move, keep up the fight
The internal battle within the console of my mind
A solution, oh please, that I'll never find
Expectations all around, wish and desire
Why can't I just quit, get myself fired
Instead I continue to go against what I tell myself
Listening to the words of no one else
But who can in this ordeal
Me, myself, all the mess that I feel
Perhaps a bit general, a bit too plain
But the words above, that's how it is in my brain
Mixed up and stirred together
Wish it could flow just a little bit better
To be brief and summarize all the pain that I know
Wow, there's no point, cause who wants to hear about the low
Maybe the substance of my phrases are still held within
To be revealed at the final hour, both deeds and sin
Again, so intricate are the thoughts that I hold
A fragile chaos indeed, thought in bold
Indescribable, unpredicatable, fluid to the next
Burdened by the pressure, victim to its power
Losing perspective and drive within the final hour
Tragedy, you've shown your misshapen face again
Claim to be my friend
Magnitude of about ten
Leaving me clueless, but then...
I cannot change what has been
Nor can I decide what will become
But holding on is so difficult
Knowing I've lost, instead of won
So easy to lose focus, lose sight
To take the right move, keep up the fight
The internal battle within the console of my mind
A solution, oh please, that I'll never find
Expectations all around, wish and desire
Why can't I just quit, get myself fired
Instead I continue to go against what I tell myself
Listening to the words of no one else
But who can in this ordeal
Me, myself, all the mess that I feel
Perhaps a bit general, a bit too plain
But the words above, that's how it is in my brain
Mixed up and stirred together
Wish it could flow just a little bit better
To be brief and summarize all the pain that I know
Wow, there's no point, cause who wants to hear about the low
Maybe the substance of my phrases are still held within
To be revealed at the final hour, both deeds and sin
Again, so intricate are the thoughts that I hold
A fragile chaos indeed, thought in bold
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