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I DONT LOVE WHAT IVE DONE ALL THESE MONTHS OF WEAR I DONT KNOW WHERE I WAS AND NOW AT THIS ANCHOR LIKE AN ALTAR I TIE AND TIE AND TIE IF THIS NEVER ENDS AT LEAST ILL STAY ALIVE LEARN TO FORGIVE MYSELF NOW PRESS WEST COVER YOUR FOOTSTEPS CLIMB YOUR HILL LIKE A MOUNTAIN YOU ARE NOT A WALL ON WHICH I LEAN I AM NOT THE MAN YOU THOUGHT I WAS IS THERE MORE TO THIS THAN WHAT I SEE IVE BEEN WANDERING AND FOR THIS I ACHE I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU BACK THIS WASNT A DREAM SET ADRIFT ILL ADVISED ILL EQUIPPED SLEEP SAFE THINKING WELL WE CAN ONLY HOPE HE MAKES IT WE CAN ONLY HOPE HE MAKES IT SOMEWHERE