even the devil in my soul is broken.
the child in me is confused.
the calm in me is stirring.
the calm in me is stirring.
i move along because i have to: it's what i need to do.
i want you to bask in my pain but there's nothing i can do.
so i'll twiddle my thumbs ;
trace my finger along more brick walls
because people like you always prevail
and people like me leave behind a trail
of the pieces we lose
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