| Fighting was your last resort but they failed to listen,
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| Fighting anything or anyone who holds you down,
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| Scream yourself horse and lungs start bleeding,
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| Swing till knuckles break and faces get punched in,
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| Fighting, it’s not too much longer until you finally realize,
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| That you’re not made of glass.
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| Let em come, we’ll stand right here
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| With clinched fists and eyes on fire,
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| Watching as bottles fly through the air,
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| This isn’t how we wanted it but it’s what it is Don’t run for shelter,
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| Stand tall, stand tall and fight,
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| To feel alive for the first time,
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| Stand tall, stand tall and fight…
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| No turning back now.
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| Trying everything you can but nothings working,
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| Trying to create a life that you can call your own,
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| Images, fractures, staring at sun bleached pictures,
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| Nothings how it was or how you remember,
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| Trying hard to accept,
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| That you were meant for so much more.
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| Let em come let em come,
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| We’ll stand right here. |