Like holding onto the wet sand
That drained down my hands
It was like building a home
Standing on the quicksand
To turn away to turn about
To have faith in the impossible
To have been pushed around
I stand petrified
I raise my hands to hold on
To what once was mine
To only learn it was never mine
Only if I could let it go
A hundred cries did not make it settle in
A thousandth pain did not make me realize
What I held onto was nothing but lies
What I held onto was a hell in disguise.
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