| It’s summer, so they say
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| I sit and watch the sunlight turn from red to grey
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| One look backward, the image is fractured
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| I never thought I’d get this far when every step treads in the shards
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| A journey incomplete, I pull the glass out of my feet
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| And put back the pieces like broken bones healing
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| So what does it matter
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| So what does it matter when pieces I gather
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| Are torn up and scattered
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| I crack, snap, and shatter my bones
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| Feel my skin turn to stone again
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| Affliction’s left its mark on me
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| My temper vapid and heartless
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| Submission force feeds my apathy
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| But every breath is catharsis
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| Cautious & optimistic
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| Life fucks me up sometimes but I don’t want to miss it
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| I’m still wading through this bull shit
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| And I meant it when I said it
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| Life will eat you if you let it
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| So what does it matter
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| So what does it matter when pieces I gather
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| Are torn up and scattered
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| I crack, snap, and shatter my bones
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| Feel my skin turn to stone again
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| Affliction’s left its mark on me
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| My temper vapid and heartless
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| Submission force feeds my apathy
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| But every breath is catharsis
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| All cut and sewn, so overgrown
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| I am the rocks on the shore
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| Your waves always break over me
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| Unmoved by heartache and stone to the core
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| I gave up trying to run away
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| It’s with me every step I take
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| Rise to my feet
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| This earth will never know my knees
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| (All cut and sewn)
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| My temper vapid and heartless
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| (So overgrown)
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| But every breath is catharsis
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| I am the rocks on the shore, (All cut and sewn)
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| Your waves always break over me
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| Unmoved by heartache and stone to the core
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| I gave up trying to run away (So overgrown)
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| It’s with me every step I take
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| Rise to my feet (But every step is catharsis)
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| This earth will never know my knees |