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I have nothing left of me.
Scattered shards of what used to be,
Withered husk somewhere deep within
Can't face to light, for inbeauty is sin.

I placed my hopes with you once, long ago.
Trailing behind other's footprints in snow.
Praying my tears wouldn't wash them away,
Dreaming of a time where I'd find my own way,

But the path is lined with traps I can't see.
Never understood how you could walk through them so easily.
I can't measure up so I follow behind.
I don't think like you so I can't trust my own mind.

I could never understand your ways,
Or read the words that you obey.
Am I blind or merely inatentive?
Are these the laws, or something you invented?

The ground rocks and crumbles under me,
Or is it just the shaking of my own weak knees
That would mean to bring me down?
Oh, if only I could turn around.

I don't think you comprehend the gifts at your door,
Your hands are always out asking for more.
When I have nothing left to give you,
When I cannot pay your asserted dues,

Will you still call me friend?
Or will that be my character's end?
My bank runs poor but how I fear the dark,
My skin is branded with solitude's mark.