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I'm staring back into my own eyes not knowing the man that I see. If not for them, if not for me seeing who I was turning into, believing in what I preached. Our vision's burnt, we stand no chance to see the change in our advance. To take a breath and let it show, it’s breaking me, this place called home. I'm not ashamed of the man that I’ve turned into. I made my own way. I made enough to fucking fill you up with the pain and the guilt that I live with every day. Our vision's burnt, we stand no chance to see the change in our advance. To take a breath and let it show, it’s breaking me, this place called home. This place called home