Untidaled

Back for the fourth time around
 And still meaning every word
 Never more honest
 Always too tired
 Drowning in the pages I've planned
 Provoke, destroy, provoke, destroy
 I could be the lost cause
 For I am dead poetry
 In this reflection
 We are perfect disorder
 Bring back balance
 Bring restoration
 I saw the waves again
 I felt the impact
 I saw the waves again
 I watched the current sway us
 Bring back balance
 Bring restoration
 Go
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 Lost in the clouds
 And my heart is sleeping
 Within the tide
 Although my eyes are dying
 Back for the fourth time around
 And still meaning every word (every word)
 Never more blatant
 Always too thoughtful
 If I could change things
 I'd change myself
 Time to be joyful in no consistency
 Faith can be our only regularity
 Time to be joyful in no monotony
 There are no final goodbyes
 This is our certainty
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 Bring back balance
 Bring restoration
 I saw the waves again
 I felt the impact
 I saw the waves again
 I watched the current sway us
 Bring back balance
 Bring restoration
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 And just like that my life ceased to be
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 If I could change things
 I'd change myself
 Sunk to the bottom of a deaf, lifeless world