This can't really be what life is all about
Learning how to live just to live without
The travesty's the irony and the irony is you
I've traded in my sanctity for a cheaper shade of blue
And as I surrender to this sunken bed
So afflicted by the tenant in my head
Even now, I wonder how you lay her down to sleep
When secretly, I know that it's my soul that
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