| I am the author of my life
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| And I’m writing in pen, and I can’t rub out my mistakes
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| If I could start again in life, I would repeat all my mistakes
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| They make us who we are in this world
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| Making changes everyday, but it seems so empty
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| I try so hard, but I am only a man
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| How much longer can my brow damn these beads of sweat
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| Before they sting my eyes?
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| Like time has shown me, so many times before
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| How much longer can my will last me throughout this lifetime?
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| I struggle to find who I am anymore
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| I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be
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| If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be
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| I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be
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| If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be
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| All I can be
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| I am the author of my life
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| And I’m writing in pen, and I can’t rub out my mistakes
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| There are many things that aren’t what they seem in this world
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| Friendship is the best example of these
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| I find myself questioning more and more every single day
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| How much longer can we hold our brothers to these flames?
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| And the people who have meant so much to us?
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| I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be
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| If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be
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| I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be
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| If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be |