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

Hardened up to everyone, emotions all dead.
Face first, in the mud, a lost cause upside down.
Your selfishness is wearing thin.

to selfishness, to anyone.

If anything turns inside out,
Alone and strong, not giving in,
Turning anger to your friends, blaming things on them.
look through the cloudiness in your mind.


Breaking rules of promises, blaming faces...undone.

Why don't you look behind those days they're gone.
See through the shadows of these days.
One darkened day turned blue, the light shown through