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i rather die
then sit on my knees the whole fucking time
i know i just aint that brave
but i rather be broken then just your slave
so i’ll send this note to my future self
it had to be a message but it’s a cry for help
somewhere i’ll find dry land up high
it doesn’t really matter how hard i try

i can find myself at the darkest spot
let the waves carry me home
confront my fears my problems myself
a place where i can put everything on that shelf
sold my soul to compassion and pride
found a way without luck at my side
pushed the limits challenged my honors
just enough to damp the odor of my heart

whipe my tears away
and call it a day
while i stroke you cheek for the very last time
this is where it ends
walk away head to the ground over bend
close that door forever
the one i’ll always remember
is this the part where i say sorry
i rather be part of a different story

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i rather die
then sit on my knees the whole fucking time
i know i just aint that brave
but i rather be broken then just your slave
so i’ll send this note to my future self
it had to be a message but it’s a cry for help
somewhere i’ll find dry land up high
it doesn’t really matter how hard i try

whipe my tears away
and call it a day
while i stroke you cheek for the very last time
this is where it ends
walk away head to the ground over bend
close that door forever
the one i’ll always remember
is this the part where i say sorry
i rather be part of a different story

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