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| 35 4/25/01 Truth Each passing day it�s becoming more and more clear, That my true fears are starting to appear, Stuck in a crevasse with no clear way out, Tying but failing to find a path that�s right. Chances of my one true goal, Coming true in this world at all, Is just the same as were the rest, Going far but failing the test. Blinded by love I didn�t see, How things are going to end up to be, Saying I wasted my time would seem strange, Even though things are still the same. I now fear what is unclear, Having no ideas on what tomorrow brings, Fearing that I�ll be alone, Knowing that what I did was all for show. Fear makes you weak, Fear makes you paranoid, Fear makes you human, And fear makes you like me. |