| Valessa, you wear your pain well
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| It’s under your skin where no one can tell
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| Behind your eyes and skeleton frame
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| Wrapped like wisteria vines around your veins
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| Ahead of you lies handfuls of tears
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| Thousands of chances for fate to appear
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| New mornings to weaken the aching you feel
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| But never will it disappear
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| And know that sometimes your own blood
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| Can leave you with open wounds
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| Cut so deep they never stop bleeding
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| But you don’t want to be the one who dies with a broken heart
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| That had a chance at healing
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| Your momma ain’t around
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| You were your daddy’s little mistake
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| The selfish can’t keep promises they make
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| Now your left to find from where you came
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| With no road home no history to reclaim
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| But Valessa, don’t let this world get to you
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| Happiness can be yours if you want it to
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| Because family is just another word for the ones you love
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| So open up your arms honey let me give you some
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| And know that sometimes your own blood
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| Can leave you with open wounds
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| Cut so deep they never stop bleeding
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| But you don’t want to be the one who dies with a broken heart |
| That had a chance at healing |