| That day I watched as they threw down some seed
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| In the dirt
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| Around the porch where I always sit and write about what hurts
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| It seems like some kind of sign, but I shrugged it off
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| With nothing learned
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| I always look at things at such a surface level
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| Although I’m buried in a deeper hole
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| Always wonder why they’re staring at the shovel
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| Not digging to save a life they all seem to love
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| Then two weeks later
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| The blades of grass were starting to appear
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| And when I noticed
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| I felt that inner voice whisper in my ear
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| «You need to change»
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| «You always look at things at such a surface level
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| Although you’re buried in a deeper hole
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| Always wonder why they’re staring at the shovel
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| When you’re the one that didn’t leave a note
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| You don’t need to stay the same
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| Have to work for your own change
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| Get to digging, let’s get living, we can fix this fucking thing»
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| I always look at things at such a surface level
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| And at some point I had completely spun out of control
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| I went from tied down to my bed
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| To tied up in my head
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| I was searching for redemption
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| But dug a deeper hole instead
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| I left a shovel for someone else
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| Never thinking to dig up myself
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| It’s a shame I hadn’t figured out
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| It’s rooted in the fact I never chose to sprout
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| With a new take in bloom, it seems there’s more room
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| For me to finally view
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| The world in all its beauty I’d mistakenly assumed
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| Was dead and gone
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| Now those days are dead and gone
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| Away
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| Today I finally learned to say, «I love myself»
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| Finally got out of my goddamn rut
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| And learned that when I truly need some help
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| Not to keep my fucking mouth so shut
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| Not everything should stay the same
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| It’s okay to have some change
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| If we don’t then we will never learn from any-fucking-thing
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| I learned to say «I love myself» today
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| I finally learned to love myself
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| For the first time in 4 months I can say
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| I didn’t think about my choices
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| Threw the almost empty pack away
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| I could feel my lungs rejoice
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| I’m finally breathing again |