| I want to end this, I drew my line in the sand
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| And now I define who I am as a man
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| It’s time to let to, it’s time to let go
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| I want to go back to the days
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| Where life wasn’t dull or gray
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| Where I was vibrant, and alive and, had a world that I thought I could thrive in
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| «I wonder every day if you’d be proud of me. |
| And I wonder how differently life
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| would have been. |
| I wonder if you thought of me as frequently as I do you.
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| In the back of my head I always knew I’d want to talk to you later on in life.
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| The possibility you wouldn’t be there when that day came never even crossed my
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| mind.»
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| I had everything I needed, but time goes by too fast
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| I was never built to last, never fucking built to last
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| We’re all spit on and beaten
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| And life is just a grievance
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| This is my finale, my ending, I’ve been breaking more connections than I’ve
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| been mending
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| «It's been about a week since I learned you died. |
| You know, it sucks,
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| because not only do I not know a damn thing about you, but I didn’t even get
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| to go to the funeral. |
| I know you don’t feel the same since you never wanted me
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| in your life, but I love you, Dad, and I wish you were still here.
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| I’ll see you soon.»
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| Anxiety fills my chest, and lead fills my lungs
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| I’ll put this gun to my mouth and let the last song be sung |