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End Note
00:59
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I stand by my father's side as he begins to fade
I never knew what I would say until this came to pass
I find myself wandering back
To times I kept from myself
Times I could honestly say I was at my best
Times I never deserved, but I always had
Memories shining brighter than my actions ever could
A moment could change everything
It takes time to see it for what it is truly is
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I wish I could go back. But I'll truthfully tell you I'm not content with myself.
There's only so much I can hide
When it's crawling from the inside
Four walls to make a home
Then why do I feel so alone?
This mask I choose to replace
To hide a different kind of face
The one that shares a bit of truth
Of my childhood below this roof
I'm the man with the wayward mask
I'll shout until my lungs collapse
I put on these masks to make everything seem okay. But its been so long. Am I still under there, or did I become one of my masks?
I've been alone here, I've been alone for a while now. I want to keep it this way.
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In The Face Of A River
03:25
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I wish I could part, with how I used to be
The ideals of growing up, start to decay
I wish I could take it back, and stay that way
Ill show the child inside me, what I knew all along
Cast away, or drifting closer
I could never tell in the tide that keeps pulling me under
If I could ever repay my debt, for everything you gave me
I would finally know...
That in the face of a river I can do no wrong
Memories i cant grasp, flood my eyes
Down the stream we call home, they keep passing me by
I swear to you, if I could take it back
I would remain whole, instead of the cast away I've become
Or will I pass away and drift along...
That In the face of a river I can do no wrong
Of the person I always wanted to be
Looking into the base of it all
In the face of a river
I see only misery
My dreams start to differ and I begin to shatter
In the place we called home, we start to lose what matters.
In the place we called home, we start to lose what matters.
In the place we called home, we start to lose what matters.
In the place we called home, we start to lose what matters....
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