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While the path is the aim I long to arrive For a chance to be better I struggle and strive But no matter how hard I try I can’t change my shape I strive to be like water But I’m more like concrete I wake things to life That should be left dead My fear is a lie I want to forget I barred a door And buried the key I don’t know how to get back I’m lost inside of me I’m sorry for all the times I shut you out This has never been about you But my inability to communicate Empty inside To better times To better selves of me From Letras Mania