My fist is still clenched tight
Though the sand has trickled away
And I am past the point of letting go anyway
Call me possessive or
A recluse from reality
Or maybe someone who's hopes are foolishly strong
To be battered down by the bitter truth
So judge me not too harshly for
Living in denial is also a way of life
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