With all our honesty laid to rest
I’m wasting time trying to do my best.
No god could make me afraid of what I’ve done,
No devil of what I’ve become
But I’m not even sure that what I’m doing’s right
And no one understands when I stretch out my hands
Going back on my words
Acceptance undeserved
I’ve been four thousand miles away and felt more at home than here
If there’s no importance in what I have to say
I have nothing left to fear…
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