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Deconstruction
01:56
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This is a feeble exercise
In taking apart my flaws
In an attempt to better myself
My modesty treads dangerously close towards self deprecation
And I'm torn between independence and the fear of dying alone
Blinding myself to the faults of those I attach myself to
I'm fluent in praise, but mute in criticism
I've grown accustomed to expecting the worst
While hoping that this time I'll be wrong
My past provides the blueprints I use to predict my future
I'm quick to attach, yet spend eternities letting go
While hiding behind cliche nautical metaphors
The past cannot be fixed, but if I can't fix myself, I'm doomed to a future of repeating history
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Faded Nostalgia
02:33
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I've spent too long reminiscing what we never were
While avoiding the question I was too afraid to ask myself
I admit I hate myself for being so blind to what was clear as day
How could I not see that I was living in the shadows of someone I could never replace?
I'm still waiting for that silver lining that will somehow make this all worthwhile
I've since reached the conclusion that we're better off as strangers
If I was aware of what I've learned, I wouldn't have let things get as far as they did
I'm still debating if your deceit is worse than the fact I believed every word you said to me
Consider this my last goodbye, I hope I never have to hear from you again
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Cover Feature
02:03
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This scene should be a safe place
So why do we make excuses for those who choose to exploit their platform
At the expense of someone who didn't know better?
So quick to defend based on artistic output
As if it counteracts the damage that's been done
Unfairly blame the victim for speaking out
And then you wonder why so few come forward
"Separate the Art from the Artist" translates as I'm happy for this to continue for the sake of personal enjoyment
This has to end
Ignorance is not bliss for victims of abuse
Abusers don't belong on the front of magazines
Or in venues full of impressionable fans
Unless we make it clear that this isn't right
Then we're sending out the message that abuse is welcome here
Abuse is not welcome here
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Blind In One Eye
02:48
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Spoonfed opinions disguised as facts
The truth obscured by lies and propaganda
Do you consider yourself well informed
Even though you're blind in one eye?
People forced to die while you live comfortably
Where the fuck is your empathy?
Turning a blind eye unless it affects you
Where the fuck is your empathy?
How can you live with so much blood on your hands?
How much suffering will it take for you to care?
Lambs lead to the slaughter while you bury your heads in the sand
But who will they profit off when we're all dead?
Who will they profit off when we're all dead?
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Years of deprecation have left me struggling to see my worth
I have bruises from fistfights with myself over things that cannot be fixed
I'm sick of second guessing and wondering if I'm good enough
Will I ever find the strength to love myself?
I struggle to understand why I just can't stay content
In spite of everything that's keeping me here
But what if it's not enough to keep me from making a one way trip?
What happens when the shoreline I'm tethered to erodes away?
I cannot help but keep this to myself
Out of fear of becoming a burden
I've grown to find comfort in melancholy
I guess some demons never die
I guess some demons never die
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Echoes
03:33
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In the dark, I'm still here
Constantly staring through tainted glass
Looking back at a past that's now long gone
Even after all this time, I'm still clinging on to false hope that one day you'll come back, and we can somehow reconcile
I've never been that good at letting go
I'm still haunted by our final encounter
After so long in limbo, I thought I'd finally get some closure
But seeing your face brought me right back
And it almost felt like we'd never been apart,
Surrounded by echoes of what we once were
The needlework holding my heart in place came undone
And my wounds burst at the seams
Seeing you again was so much harder than when we first parted ways, since all it did was provide me with a painful reminder of everything we left behind
I had to fight back tears during our final goodbye since it was transparently clear that we'd never have that time again
I was glad to see that you're doing well, but now I'm left with a vacuum that I'm not sure I can ever truly fill
Will I ever make sense of this?
As I'm not closer to understanding the coroner's report
Now it's almost as if you were never even here, and all these songs hit way too close to home
I'm so sick of waking up alone and longing for your presence to soothe me
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Cracks
02:07
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After we went our separate ways, I told myself I wouldn't let this be the end of me
Yet here I am, trying to keep myself together as my bones begin to crack carrying the weight left by your absence
"Things get better"
At least that's what they say
If that were true, how comes I'm still such a broken fucking mess?
Maybe I'm just weak
Not strong enough to see this through
For every step I take towards stability, I take another ten steps back
I've regressed to the way I was before
Constant fluctuation between euphoria and belittlement
I thought I'd finally reached the shore, but I've been taken back by the waves
Perhaps I should just accept that I'm too far gone?
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Silhouette
03:32
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It's been a while now, and I still find myself searching for answers I'll never receive
Still trying to figure out why we fell apart, and wondering if I ever cross your mind
Maybe I should have been more assertive
And not let my fear of losing you tear us apart
And I can't help but blame myself
As I can't seem to stop making the same mistakes
I wasn't prepared to say goodbye
What's the use of escaping if you just end up where you started?
Love is the one thing I can never quite get right
But it's also the one thing that I crave the most
Will I always be stuck here?
Forever haunted by the memories of your silhouette, and never letting go
What if I'm just meant for solitude, as how can I fill this void you've left with someone who isn't you?
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Tapestry
04:12
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A meadow lies beyond this field of thorns
Although my feet are bleeding, I've already come this far
Stuck between two chapters
I can't progress while reading the same old pages
I may never get the answers
But I'm done with asking these questions
The mist is starting to clear
My journey's reaching it's end
And while my scars may never truly fade
They've become part of my tapestry
Swimming round in circles only to end up where I started
And get engulfed by the waves
As the storm begins to calm, I see a light in the distance
Showing me the exit
No longer floating aimlessly
Hoping to someday reach the shore
I won't let the ocean become my home
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