The hole your leaving’s left behind
Has swallowed me alive,
So now I draw back in my mind
In order to survive.

I’ve been to such a place before –
The dismal days of youth,
When I was plagued by fears of war
And couldn’t face the truth.

I turned by back on here and now
And visited each doubt,
But, though I really don’t know how,
I found my way back out.

But, just because I did back then,
That doesn’t mean I will again.

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