There's no beauty in being alone
No happiness in knowing they're wrong
(No beauty in knowing they're wrong, no happiness)
I see them every day
Comforted in the circles
Rising from themselves into a higher we
And even if it gets more obvious on any passing day
Their weakness, their lying to themselves, their puzzle seems so pretty
Why can't I participate?
I dare to experience the warmth.
Let selfishness embrace me.
Why can't I participate?
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