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Texty: Rufio. Perhaps I Suppose.... Selfishness.

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Harden up to everyone.
Emotion's all dead.
Face first in the mudd.
A lost cause, upsidedown.

Your selfishness, is wearing thin.
Alone and strong.
Not giving in to selfishness to anyone.
If anything turns inside out look to the cloudiness in your eyes.

Turning anger to your friends.
Blaming things on them.
Breaking rules and promises.
Blaming faces, unknown.

Harden up to everyone.
Emotion's all dead.
Face first in the mudd.
A lost cause, upsidedown.

Your selfishness, is wearing thin.
Alone and strong.
Not giving in to selfishness to anyone.
If anything turns inside out look to the cloudiness in your eyes.

In your eyes...

Why don't you look beyond those days?
They're gone.
See through the shadows of these days.
One darkened day, turned blue.
These lights shone through.

These lights shone...These lights shone through