| Forever, is the focus, we’ve put on these dreams
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| Sometimes we have to ask ourselves, is it worth it?
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| Is all this worth it? |
| I can’t be put to blame, for any of this
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| It feels too good to runaway. |
| I can’t just runaway
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| In desolation, I pick myself up everyday
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| How the hell am I standing here?
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| And who had the say to spit me from the womb into this world?
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| I know I’m a martyr, I’m not asking for sympathy
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| I have my life to live. |
| The standards that I have are my own
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| I won’t, I can’t join in. This is for me
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| Few have tried so hard to reignite the blaze
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| We’ve held in our hearts for so long
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| But those days are all long gone
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| We will live our lives, because the one this world
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| Has been living for us makes us sick inside
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| Now I push these stones to you
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| Take them from my chest and let the sight return to my eyes
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| Let the air return to my lungs
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| Take these things, that I carry, and let them push onto you
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| Now you can feel the weight that I’ve carried, for years |