One more wide eyed itchy smile finds me digging at the seam.
I fumble through the darkness to that place it's always been.
Stepping off Pandora's train I see hope stayed for the ride.
The means seem to knot the ends and some knots can't be untied.
I stop along the road back home to figure out the flaws.
Seems everythng is out of reach when grasping at the straws.
And endless means will never end, can't be justified.
As water runs, I know it's true, but faced the mirror and lied.
So this is this. Here I am. Where I go now isn't far.
Because I'm chained to paradise. How did this ever start?
Won't even bring myself to tears. I watched this turn to shit.
Can't even stand to see this fall so this is where I'll sit.
Lost myself along the way, but there's one thing left to loose.
Between the endless self regrets, the means mean I lost you.
And one more restless sleep will find me digging at my dreams.
The answer kills me, plain to see. The Fix can't fix a thing.
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