| Alive, I felt I was alive
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| The room shook under his nervous steps
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| I wished to not o-open my eyes, anymore
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| In my house everything was unfamiliar
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| Wasn’t him, wasn’t his fury on my bones
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| I was wrong; |
| I could make amend the problem that I had created
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| And I still hung, with my nails and all my memories
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| I was less than the idea he had about me
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| While I kept telling myself «I just have to wait for it to pass»
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| The hell was mine but I needed to
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| Believe, as I still breathed
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| I could never be more blessed than this, oh no…
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| In my house everything was unfamiliar
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| Wasn’t him, wasn’t his fury on my bones
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| I was wrong, I could make amend the problem that I had created
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| When words hurt more than a whole night with him
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| My son shadow turns me back to forgive
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| With a fast rewind, I forgot any wounds on my raped mind
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| And your dreams, who knows where are now…
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| And my dreams had fallen down to resist
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| In my house everything was unfamiliar
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| He was, and was his fury on my bones
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| I knew I couldn’t make amend the problem that I didn’t create
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| The main effort, to admit that I had really failed
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| That I’d known the most degrading misery
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| To discover that I could deserve more than a daily dread |