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The passing hours of life, numb the pain of the pounding fists
Of consequence swelling on my skin
The festering wounds of her desire, yet to obtain
Make it hard to see the truth yet still I strain
The faint promise of a future, nothing
I never had, lies fed while I was still pondering the youth
Stolen from me, stolen from me, stolen from me
Stolen from me, stolen from me
And now I realize all I could have had
And now you tell me all I could have had
And now you give me all I could have had
But I don't want it anymore, don't need it anymore
We don't want it anymore, nothing, we don't want, never want
Just closed doors and as we walk into oblivion
Every step is a reminder of passing hours
Of passing days, of passing lives, of passing away