[intro] [Verse] The stillness ensues tired and lost In Constance I feel like I'm the cost The edge of the world feels so near Nothing but a perfect stranger here [Bridge] What I call home feels oh so alone I write this letter telling tales unknown I'm leaving now I'll see you later Penned in ink on tattered paper [Chorus] This game we play it has to end Enough of us has paid my friend Growing up this cruel fate Stuck in beds we haven't made In our mess, in disarray Senseless... subliminal.... charade [Verse 2] We love we hate we’re shadows of light I walk these streets in the dead of night Echoes of laughter haunt the air Balancing on the edge of despair [interlude] Memories fade like old worn shoes Lost in the fog of morning blues I'm moving on to something greater Goodbye scribbled on a crumpled paper [Chorus] This game we play it has to end Enough of us has paid my friend Growing up this cruel fate Stuck in beds we haven't made In our mess, in disarray Senseless... subliminal.... charade [outro]
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