Drive me mad, show me the world and place it just beyond
the reach of my hand. Show me how close I am to proving
your wrong.
Bring the rain, let it fall on my hands and cool off my feelings,
I need the space, I need a place to start from the beginning.
To seek this chance, to exchange this place, dark and lonely,
for something grander, troublesome and lonely responsibility.
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