| Take a breath, say you love me
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| We both know that everything changes
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| Keep in mind that none of this is fiction
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| This is just a glimpse into the head of a menace
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| We were two different children
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| But we born of the same moon
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| Blowing entire opposite
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| We were brought up the same too
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| I used to hate you because they celebrate you
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| And you made them notice every single thing I cant do
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| But really I honestly wanted to be you
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| And I just hope my desire to wasnt that see through
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| I never took into account the things that you were hiding
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| I even understood your rage when I see you get violent
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| I guess the height of all my envy was leaving me blinded
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| Until you sat me down and told me how crazy your life is
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| You said to run and never look back
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| And if I did, to never lose track of all the hurdles I was jumping
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| That lead me to my current goal
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| Dont sell your soul baby you are dirty gold Took a chance, said youd love me
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| We both know that everything changes
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| You found me when I was dying and unappreciated
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| You broke me down into a science that I completely hated
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| You told impeccable talent didnt make me less average
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| But how I use it to my advantage determined my passion
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| It took some time to understand and manage
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| But then I learned this passion was the method to my madness
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| And I never got to thank you, at least not in the way I planned
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| But I had to learn before I did that, I hope you understand
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| It takes a lot for me to bury hatchets but consider them cremated
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| All the ashes burned to ashes
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| And Im dusting off my vocal box and finally saying thank you
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| And even though you aint my fan, you did the shit they aint do
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| So disregard my temper and the times I fucking hate you
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| Because despite all my ignorance Im really fucking grateful
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| Never forget the importance of the sparks you hold
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| Dont sell your soul nigga you are dirty gold Took a glance, to some error
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| Now I know that everything changes
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| I used to hate me, I swore my life was too painful
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| Let my demons overtake me before I fight with my angels
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| There was constantly a struggle to see my life at an angle
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| That provided understanding of how much drama could change you
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| I used to cut myself open just to feel like I was living
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| But when living is just dying then theres no longer a difference
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| Theres no longer existence, and theres no longer persistence
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| And theres no longer a drive there existing on only division
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| And I thought, if nobody ever loved me
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| This vacancy inside me must be really called a bloodstream
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| Then I looked into the world and saw a million people like me
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| Probably never know your stories, but youre the reason Im fighting
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| Youre the reason Im writing; |
| music
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| Could be so reviving
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| And if ever you tend to forget, Im right here to remind you:
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| Dont ever give into the hurt you hold
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| Dont sell your soul baby you are dirty gold |