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"Used (To Be)"

Everything I am
This is not as much fun
As it used to be
Nothing is ever going to mean
This much to me (again)
I've drinken from a chalice
Full of tears from an angel
Drowning in a pool of desire
Fear and anger
This time is not my fault
I cannot recall
Ever feeling this lost
It's painted on my face
Everything that I stand for
I look into the mirror
Into the eyes of a stranger