A lately recognition knocked at his door
Slowly and unexpected to collect just one more
In a brief moment of a big award
He appeared unwelcome to make his own judgement
The choice is yours, it always has been
Does it make any sense?
Run away from yourself, has lead you into this
Run away from the guilt has forced you into it
And now what? You know that you're forever broken
The recognition was a lie, the truth is already chosen
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