Once again you've made your point
But it never really makes
I've waited Long
Now it's my turn
To make these people respect
Packed up his bags it's time to go
No time for
Sitting in the back row, preoccupied
While the world is spinning
Mr. Hurtado, are things going well for you
And through all
Don't step the days of your life on a treadmill
Walk
Rope burns hot against my skin
My grip is tight, but
You told them all you'd do it
And sure enough you've
Blind in the dark o the absence of light
A
In the third grade
It was decisions that I made
A choice
Trusting in time
When they grew to age
Every time they'd pushed
You're the only one looking out for you
Everyone else is
Just pretend you're wrong
Escaped the high tide feeling cleared your
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