| Winter came and dried out my lungs
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| Its been months since I’ve seen the sun
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| The past collides with the present and reminds me of who I was
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| Running from myself but that will never change
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| I’ll be doomed to repeat this
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| My words remain the same
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| (They will remain the same)
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| My Mistakes linger in my finger tips
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| Just like they linger in my voice
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| The tearing in my throat exposing seeds I could not sow
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| For so long I have avoided this
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| Buried the thoughts inside myself
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| Made excuses for the things I’ve said
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| All the wrong things in the right ways
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| Chasing a new perspective
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| Now I know what it’s like to lose
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| Leave my old words in the winter
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| I’ll free my neck from this rope I tied too loose
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| No Fullfillment
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| No more Stones to throw
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| I can’t Rewrite my past
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| This is my hell
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| The cold creeps in
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| Cut out my tongue
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| The cold creeps in
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| My mind is a Prison
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| I never expected this
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| For the bridge to burn so calmly
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| A torch of my own creation
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| A fire thats only fueld by my own pride
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| The flames of my past are enough to keep me warm
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| But the same flame serve as a reminder
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| Of how the cold wouldn’t let me go |