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what for?
you tear everything apart, prying to find the center of it all
trying to change things that stay the same, but they're fine the way they are
trying to make nightmares out of dreams, but scratching at the surface won't get you inside
and it's never a perfect place, yet you try and try to make it the worst one
and you want to make it different, when it's you that needs changed the most
so hypocritical
you hurt yourself, just to make them die
and it's all the same
taking different approaches to a place you'll never reach
it's a living hell
you ruin all the others, when it’s you who needs to face the flames
you can keep on searching because you'll never find it
and you can keep on pushing, you can't move it or replace it
everything's out of focus for you
why can't you see it clearly?
and why won't you do what they asked you?
you probably didn't hear them
and there i was through it all,
stationary, as they burned down the bridges
no torch in hand, just stood there as the fire spread
and as it circled where i was, i never moved
and through it all, i still move on
you can’t tear me down, you’re only hurting yourselves
