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Bring me to life

I don’t want anything
Nothing more
And so it stays 
Broken in so many ways

This is life
Life as I know it
I won’t change
I don’t change

I really don’t care
Whether its not what you mean
It really doesn’t matter
And if its not what you mean

Now you’re going with me
And its only you I can see
I can’t feel anything
Don’t use your eyes to open me up

There was the wind
There was the sweet
I can’t see the road ahead
And I really don’t want to

So much right
With so much wrong
So alike
Yet so very different

If its not incomplete
What’s the fun?!
That’s deep
Lets not think

I break every day
I’m whole everyday
Never will you see
Or in the light from the dark

What’s on your mind
What are you thinking
Here I am
And the spinning begins

Let me break out
Or let me not
Because after this

All I ever will be is me

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