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One slip and you fall
hit hard down below
But sometimes you dont just stop
you continue to go

Than the seconds turn to minutes
and the minutes turn to days
Like your heads in a fishbowl
swimming thoughts in circles away

And when you finally hit the bottom,
like wind against your face
Your so surprised your alive
but your heart still feels empty-for company it craves

Though inside you seem dead
rotting away in yourself
It was your moves that are to blame
your choice in the cards that were dealt

So you can sob away all thats left
and stretch your arms wide towards the sun
Because this nothing that you have
Is everything that you've won.

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