And my reality is beyond my grasp.
I try to embed the thought within my mind
but it is out of reach.

And lies are told from the lips of a saint.
My life has been ripped apart by my own hands
I cannot fix it.

And I have no lungs to breathe with.
And you with your sympathy, yeah, it has no point
I, myself, am out of your grasp

With all your might, you cannot understand me
You cannot comprehend me
And I can't even understand myself

I try to hold on
Hold on to you
But I have lost it...

What a sad, a very sad, excuse for a grip.


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