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..broken people get recycled and I hope that I will sometimes be thrown of pathways What I thought was my way home wasn't the place I know No, I'm not afraid of changing Certain, nothings certain what we owns become our poison my possessions will be gone back to where they came from Blame No one is to blame as natural as the rain that falls here comes the flood again See the rock that you hold on to, is it gonna save you when the earth begins to crumble? why'd you feel you have to hold on? imagine if you let go.. Don't trust your eyes, it's easy to belive them Know in your heart, that you can leave your prison