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looking back I can see myself the way I wascould it be that I haven't changed at alli'm a statue, motionless, essence impliedwhere a mess of molecules and dust collidelooking back i can hear myself, the things i saidcouldn't be what i really meant to sayi'm a liar, i'm a character based on innocence and desiretell me when can i be myself once againthis boy tried to go it alone but i guesshe got hung up along the waythis boy tried to find a way home but i guesshe'll be lost for a little while longertell me who could be satisfied with the way things arecould it be that they're never meant to changei am meaningless, nothing less than an empty shelland you keep on chiseling, sculpting and hammeringmaybe then i will be myself once again Aus Songtexte Mania