| locked up behind these walls ages of trying to cope
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| behind December’s walls years and years of finding myself this was the
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| longest journey I’ve ever made days of wasting tears and no one cares
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| countless nights, drowning in worthless nightmares ages of trying to cope
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| ages of not giving up hope
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| keeping alive the hope for a deeper sense, for a better understanding of
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| my world, my destiny, my goals and myself climbing out of that endless
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| misery, no security, no confirmation of an end alone in the masses
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| is there anybody on my side? |
| please appear now I feel myself slowly
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| crumbling and when the rain is coming I can feel myself melting into the
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| ground becoming the puppet I never meant to be
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| I don’t know how, I don’t know why, so sure I don’t deserve this but there
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| came an eastern wind that brought me forward, pushed me out of the sludge
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| formed my actual self, buried my inner demons locked up behind December’s
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| walls
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| the rain can’t force me down anymore I’m strong enough to hold back the
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| storms now seeing my visions clear like never before from that day I met
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| you
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| for what you are, for what you saw in me now I can see clearly all the
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| wrong paths I took the prospect is perfect from the roof I see down the
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| walls I am bulletproof
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| and if the vultures are ever circling above me again you can be sure I
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| won’t let you go because I know you can still feel my passion strengthened
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| by the scars I’ve collected in the past I will move heaven and earth to
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| save this because I’m bulletproof |