الكلمات الأصلية
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Too much time on my hands
I've learned to love the night
It's disguised itself to appear like the light
Takes me by the hand
And reminds me that a wrong is sometimes right
And I know the state I'm in can't last
But the closet's bursting with the force of rage
From the demons in my past
And she stands and stares with eyes of disbelief
And makes me feel so alone
Awaiting to relive the sight unseen
From the seeds that I once sowed
But that's not me anymore
I've sought and I've grown
But that's not me anymore
