Dear diary, how can it be?
That I find myself here
I can be, more than you would ever expect
Turn around, kill the sound
Take love with you
Turn around, kill the sound
Let love spill you
Dear diary, you remember me
As a servant of fear
I can see, more than you would ever expect
Grasping at straws, as you look down your nose
The cards all fall where they may
Cover your eyes, in your own paradise
We all dissolve the same way

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