In cycles of three

All of my fears will soon come to me

Penniless, hopeless, and without a home

And they say it's easier to live alone

Always I'm better off with the fate I never chose

I curse myself when the doors are closed

There's something not right here

There's nothing I can do but disappear

In battles aplenty

I make myself another enemy

Everyday I see the patterns repeat

The streets are empty and the skies are bleak

Always I'm better off with the fate I never chose

I curse myself when the doors are closed

There's something not right here

There's nothing I can do but disappear

I'm lacking a little depth

And maybe some sorta explanation

I'm lacking a sense of perspective

But I love this sense of self-mutilation

Someday you'll understand

But today I'm wasting no time

Always I'm better off with the fate I never chose

I curse myself when the doors are closed

There's something not right here

There's nothing I can do but disappear

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