The Wave
 
 

I always thought I could ride this out
I always have made it through
the worst following worse

Much of this misery I made for myself
Some of it came from outside
- an outside I attracted
 

I don't want to blame anyone
 

It is lonely here beyond the burnt bridges

You can hear the echo on the emptiness
 

It is clear and I don't call it clarity
I don't call it anything
 
 

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