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Entertaining the notion that you're not what you seem
But is it who you have been or who you've become
Becoming?
Is this transformation complete with the closing of doors
Or is there hope for you yet with those left behind
Now leaving you behind
In the dark and in dust
With the shadows we cart
Trying to shake loose what we've disowned
Unable to trust

Unable to heal with the wounds left exposed
While you insult through action
You break all your windows
You burn every bridge
There will be nothing left
By the time you remember
Who you once wished you were
And who you could have become
Now you cannot return
You know nothing of love