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I'm trying
To mold this into something that works
I've been
Tearing down these walls I once stood
With these hands
Are callused from failure attempts of construction that
Never end
(Never)
This assembly line can't move any faster
The steady course we've had
Is nearing it's decline
(It's decline)
(Decline)
Unless we pick up production
I never wanted more than to be satisfied
Am I capable?
This feels so far away
(Far away)
So far that forever seems closer
It's too late
I'm sorry
Don't believe the stories
I can't control what is said
I'm here now for what it's worth
I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless
And I can remember
The bliss of ignorance
No need to compromise heart and mind
I'm spoiled by
The opposition forced to face this endeavor
Will I succeed
In managing the impossible?
Someone help me out
I'm miserable
It's too late
I'm sorry
Don't believe the stories
I can't control what is said
I'm here now for what it's worth
I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless
Believe this
If nothing else I'm true to my word
I'm true to my word
I'm true to my word
It's too late
I'm sorry
Don't believe the stories
I can't control what is said
I'm here now for what it's worth
I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless
HATA BİLDİR
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