| I take life for granted, made mistakes in the past
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| Don’t want to harbour so much hate in my heart
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| Found my way through the dark
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| And only by closing my open eyes and taking a chance
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| I wanna make my family proud
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| And show those that I love that I ain’t standing round
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| I hate backing down, hate lashing out
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| Hate that I hate so much — what is this hate rant about?!
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| I don’t wanna be this negative person
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| Pessimistic, perfectionist obsessively working
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| Always anxiety ridden
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| It’s like my mind’s in Rhyme Asylum inside of a prison
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| I just want us heard and to get the respect that we deserve
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| I need to stop and breathe
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| Cos in reality there ain’t nothing stopping me be what I wanna be
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| Don’t make me be, don’t make me be
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| Don’t make me be, don’t make me be
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| I’mma go it alone, on my own rowing this boat
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| No-one to throw me a rope
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| Feel like I’m lost at sea
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| Tryna make waves, on this endless expanse of monotony
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| And I gotta be what I wanna be
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| Or else it’s like telling my heart not to beat
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| Telling my lungs not to breathe
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| Inspirations an island just beyond my reach
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| Chances are few and far between
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| On an ocean with nowhere to plant my seeds
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| And you reap what you sow
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| It’s getting dark, I keep an eye on my beacon of hope
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| Hope in every vein and capillary
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| My message in a bottle is my name on the pages of history
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| I got two ores
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| One named determination and the others name is ability
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| This me ain’t the way that I wanna be
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| Now I know its the way that I gotta be
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| I’ve had my heart broken before
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| Another persons actions controlling my emotions and thought
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| Love is a battlefield — I’m a soldier at war
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| People saying «I don’t know him no more»
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| The old me’s dead and gone, I got away with murdering him
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| So my split personality holding the fort
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| Now I gotta look deep
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| My older said «don't regret anything that makes you smile that’s how it should
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| be»
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| And so I took heed
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| Now I live my life, a different guy but miss the nights I could sleep
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| Thinking isn’t it funny
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| I used to be in control but I’m driven by women and money
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| In this eternal search for a pot of gold
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| Where I’ve lost my soul and my hearts gotten cold |