I’ve created a grave on my own
With misery piling above my soul
Up above somewhere the sun is shining
But beneath this debris, my hope is dying

Why drown yourself in despair and guilt
When this grave is something you had built
Falling and rising is in your hands
So rip through this debris and try once again

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