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Keep to myself until it's over,
I can't see it but i know it's there.
And if you'd like the sight of failure for a change,
Well you can call me anytime.

Little boy, with all that weight upon your shoulders,
You know you never stood a chance.

G.l. was a drive, and i'm outside,
And i've never felt further from home.
It's permanent, like ink on skin.
Return is a foreign word.