| I’m not a strong man
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| Both in the physical sense and my mental health
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| See I struggle coping with a fear
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| A fear of death
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| I shake, my eyes well
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| I’m not scared of heaven, not scared of hell
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| I’m just terrified of not being here
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| Now I know this sounds messed up but there’s times I feel like ending it all
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| Just to give myself a rest
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| From being so stuck in my head
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| I’m so stuck in my head
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| What I wouldn’t give
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| To lay in my bed
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| And not just dream about my death
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| This fear is not irrational
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| You see when I was just a boy
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| I seen my father die in front of my eyes
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| And as I get older
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| I’m starting to feel
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| Like if it happened to him it could happen to me
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| There’s no day without the night
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| There’s no dark without the light
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| There’s no life without death
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| We all take one last breath
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| This feeble heart inside our chests
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| Will stop beating and put us to rest
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| There’s no day without the night
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| There’s no dark without the light
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| There’s no life without death
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| We all take one last breath
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| This feeble heart inside our chests
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| Will stop beating and put us all to rest
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| So let me ask you what’s worse
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| To live in fear from the bite of the snake
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| Or to present your hand
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| Watch its fangs pierce your skin
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| And know in that moment
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| That you’ll never be scared again
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| I guess I’ll never be scared again |