Stuck underneath, the blackened sun.
No one is left, I'm the only one?
I was conceived to believe, I may be done?
I'm not to leave, but I could be the only one left here?
The truth overbearing, the lies too easy to see there.
Is it obvious enough to me, I shouldn't be here.
Underneath this blackened sun, I'm stuck here.
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