| I’ve let so much slip through my bare hands
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| And I can’t take back all the words I said.
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| I spent so much time, lost in my head
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| ‘Cause everything I had was hanging by a thread.
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| And I can’t understand who I used to be.
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| I always think about what if I were to die today?
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| What would be the last thing that I got to say?
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| I’ve learnt to take nothing for granted,
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| ‘Cause usually you don’t get second chances.
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| And we all know that, nothing stays the same.
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| The bitter aftertaste of something you can’t change.
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| I feel like a silhouette that’s fading away.
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| I’m fading in, I’m fading out, I’m fading away.
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| I’m afraid to get close to, anyone at all.
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| When by myself, I don’t feel so alone.
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| If you painted me a portrait, of my life so far.
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| A few bright colours would stand out,
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| But the rest would fade so fast, so fast.
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| If I knew I would take my last breath today
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| I wonder to whom and what I would say
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| I’m sorry for everything I threw away
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| I really hope you can forgive me someday.
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| If I knew I would breathe my last breath today
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| I wonder to whom and what I would say
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| I’m sorry for everything I threw away
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| I really hope you can forgive me someday. |