Let my senses fall and fail
Each and every word like hanging fingernails
A notion of love or another wrong turn?
In motions above; how the memories burn
I want to see the truth and not believe it
I want the lies to end and quit the quiet
What's wrong with me that I can't exist alone?
Nowhere I've ever been can I really call my home
I am a guided missile, target locked and signal strong
Frequency is fading fast for it has been too long
My wounds reopen to form gashed scars
Pull me under, take my will, and leave me be
And maybe then I'll find out who is me
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