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So I wait at the gates
Of your fortress.
I'm calling the blame,
Won't you let me hold it?
And all the things I thought I could rise above
I could not.
And all the things I thought I was better than
I am not.
And a coward might call it a conscience,
And a liar might call it the truth
Nothing could ever make me more frightened,
Than the thought of hurting you.
How could I hurt you?