"I'm falling from the stairs
The rails are out of my reach
Oh how quickly it all passes me by
In the absence of gravity
I am trying to make a stand
When will it all finally come around
There's nowhere left to hide
Seperated from my pride
Little voices whisper that when the morning awakes
I'll find myself
When the world goes around
I'm caught in between tumbling over
I'm losing my sense of perception
Surrounded by these walls
There's a shadow hanging over
When the dust settles down on me
When the truth falls in with the rest of the crowd
When my thoughts deceive the rest of myself
When all reason is lost to the conscience that was
I blind eyed the darkness and found the morning
reflecting myself in the light of the sun..."
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