| Once a young boy enamored by the things that you gave me
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| Now a young man you wouldn’t try
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| Cause all you turned out to be was a fallacy
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| That I outgrew quickly
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| With a busted hand and a bad knee, the patterns ossify
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| Your sorrow’s magnified
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| The culprit will be tried
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| I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand
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| To self-reflect on the coward
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| Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me
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| You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus
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| Something I don’t believe in
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| So now I’m self medicated to block out everything
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| Including walls you built around me
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| And I’ve been dodging demons as a past time
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| At this point I’m not even sure if I’m alright
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| You couldn’t find time
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| You’ll never find time
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| I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand
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| To self-reflect on the coward
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| Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me
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| You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus
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| Something I don’t believe in
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| I’m not sad, I’m through sulking
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| I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling
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| I’m not sad, I’m through sulking
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| I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling
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| I’m not sad, I’m through sulking
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| I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling
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| I’m not sad, I’m through sulking
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| I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling
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| I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand
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| To self-reflect on the coward
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| Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me
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| You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus
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| Something I don’t believe in |