What we had was good, but we don’t have it anymore
I wouldn’t go back if I could, it opened so many doors
You see when I left it changed me, everything was clear
What you did, it trained me-I hold nothing dear
No, nothing is sacred. Nothing lost if nothing gained.
And there’s no unresolved hatred, or love or tears or pain.
I have this nagging, pulling, empty, powerful sensation
Nothing fills or satisfies or begs justification.
Now and again I question whether this is really living
But I leave that unanswered, either way I’d be fibbing
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