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There is a certain quality Inherent in my mind Which leads me down the darker path To what I'll never find. There is a certain beauty I've found within the lie. I tell, I speak, again, once more Unto myself and cry "I am. I am. I care. I am. I am. I'm here." But who am I To know myself? But who am I To cry these tears But who am I To live this lie To die Once more Inside Here is a certain beauty A certain tragedy Here is what lies within me What lies and cannot be Why do I find within the darkness One perfection, sweet and true? How can I see inside the night? How can I know I knew? I cry out, gripped by life again I cry out, hollow, lost in pain I cry out Into nothing "I am. I am. I care. I am No more.