Founder's Canon
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ead in my hands
And heart in the trash
The scene so familiar
Just old and rehashed
All that I live for’s
Just reasons to laugh
All that surrounds me’s
All I can’t have
A hundred, a thousand,
A million or more
Mocking faces
Knock me to the floor
The anguish, the pain,
Of faces that swore
To love me forever
Don’t love anymore
‘Cause all that I want
And all that I need
Is someone to be there
At all times for me
Someone, somehow
Who is able to see
The things that I am
And the things I could be
Someone that appreciates,
Somebody that cares
Someone that always
Tries to be there
Someone that looks past
The scars that I bear
And loves me for me
Not the mask that I wear
And it seems that they’re always,
Always so near
But when I reach for them
They just disappear
And sometimes it seems
That the message is clear
I’ll never have them
They’ll never be here
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