You should open up a store and sell dreams.
Once again when I need you most your not there
Your invisible, hand knocking me, damn these concrete stairs of defeat
Your invisible, hand knocking me, damn these concrete stairs of defeat
That seem to have no end
With an insurmountable task of ascension
My Tear ducts are dry I refuse to cry
But my strength withers & crumbles
Under the pressure
And I fall into failures, trapped with little hope for escape
Suffering first hand, the power of defeat
With an insurmountable task of ascension
My Tear ducts are dry I refuse to cry
But my strength withers & crumbles
Under the pressure
And I fall into failures, trapped with little hope for escape
Suffering first hand, the power of defeat
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