I look away from the west, as that huge, blinding light finally falls behind the hills...
Leaving is easy... It's the ones you leave behind that pay...
You can wrap yourself in guilt, but they still hate you...
You can repent your darkest sins, but they still hate you...
You can pretend to not care, and they still hate you...
Don't leave things like this; unfinished and unresolved...
Don't leave me to the wolves of my own devices...
Don't leave things like this; unfinished and unresolved...
Don't leave me to the wolves of my own devices...
I look away from the west, away from reality... Away from all the twisted, mired lies that glare at me from the mirror...
I look away...
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