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Unfulfilled
Quicksand
To stand the test of time,
to stand alone.
To be without the glue,
It only goes to show you,
that keeps us glued together.
And feeling so excrementable.
how many ways you don't know you.
When the bad sets in,
Resting, falling,
I could use some sleep.
falling deeper than deep.
We miss the point to carry on,
To carry on where.
Things you love but did not get.
we miss the point.
And all the times you've been upset by,
unfulfilled dreams and visions,
Pry out from under all the lies,
and the guilt for your wrong decisions.
You've seen what they can do,
It's so hard to pry away.
and distractions of the world,
but you can't see your way out.
We miss the point to carry on.
All thing fall through.
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment.
So unsatisfied,
when the sight's set higher.
Some can't achieve, don't believe,
there is light at the end at all.
There's no light.
Time to reach out for what's real,
it's easy to miss, insist,
that you shouldn't always follow the first thing you feel
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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